Part 11 (2/2)

Moments later, she felt something blowing on her, then something bristly brushed her face. She glanced up and could have laughed with happiness.

”Daphne!” She hugged the cow's thick neck, not even caring about the muddy tracks leading across her rope carpet.

Lock leaned against the wall and stared at Sparrow hugging the cow and speaking to it with more affection than his own mother had ever spoken to him. Sparrow's hands gently stroked the animal's neck and she actually kissed the ugly beast's face.

Was it possible to be jealous of a cow? Evidently, because he was. Of course, she'd tried being kind to him, but he'd have none of it. The more she attempted to reach him, the worse he'd treat her. Maybe she'd been right. Maybe he was hesitant to explore any feelings for her, because if he allowed such a woman to infiltrate his life, he'd have to change-something he wasn't sure he was ready to do.

”I told you I didn't kill her,” Lock said.

”So you've proven it.” Sparrow wiped her eyes and gave Daphne a final affectionate pat. She glared at Lock. ”Now get this cow out of my house. There's mud all over the place.”

He guided the cow back to the field, and when he returned, Sparrow was still crying softly, facing the wall. He never imagined a woman's tears over a stupid cow could affect him, but before he could stop himself, he was on his knees beside her, smoothing hair from her hot, tear-streaked face.

”Now what's wrong?” he asked.

”What's wrong? You have me chained up in my own house. You treat me worse than a wh.o.r.e.”

”I do not.”

”Maybe not according to the way you're used to living!”

A smile played around his lips. She had a point.

”If you hate me so much, Lock, why don't you just leave? You can't really care whether or not they punish me for your escape.”

”I don't hate you.”

”Then I'd hate to see how you'd treat me if you did.”

”That's true.”

She shot him a scathing look, her eyes glistening, her face flushed and nose red from crying. He used his sleeve to dry her face before he brushed a chaste kiss across her lips.

”I shouldn't have said I killed the stupid cow.”

She shrugged, gaining back her self-control. ”At least you didn't really do it.”

He stared at her for a long moment before lifting the key from around his neck and removing her shackles. His hand clamped gently over one of her feet, his thumb stroking the arch.

She jerked backward, unable to control a smile. ”That tickles.”

His hand slid up her leg, dipped beneath the s.h.i.+rt, and stroked her inner thigh. He moved closer, one hand clasping her nape and drawing her nearer for a lingering kiss.

”I want you,” he said, his voice husky.

She shook her head. ”Then what? The shackles again?”

”No. No more chains for either of us.”

”I'd be a fool to trust you.”

”Yes, you would.” He stroked her cheek with his knuckles before he took her face in his hands and kissed her, his tongue slipping between her lips and stroking hers, stealing her breath.

Lock heard her soft sigh and his heartbeat quickened. She held him close, her palms splayed across his back, her tongue slas.h.i.+ng his. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed.

Lock gazed down at her face, the thick lashes framing her blue eyes, the hint of freckles across her pert nose and full cheeks, and the alluring shape of her moist lips. His fingers tangled with hers, gently pressing her hands to the mattress as he kissed her. His mouth opened on hers, and she mimicked the gesture. Their tongues met, stroking and teasing. Lock closed his eyes, surrendering completely to the sensations of his sweet fallen princess.

Sparrow tugged her hands from his grip and slipped her arms around his neck, threading her fingers through his hair. Lock traced her hairline with his lips. He pressed tender kisses to her temples and the tip of her nose. Bedding a woman with love in his heart was such a new experience that each time he and Sparrow shared pleasures of the flesh, he almost felt like a novice. His heart pounded and his insides trembled with the most genuine pleasure he'd ever experienced.

”Oh, Lock,” she breathed when he licked her ear and nuzzled her neck.

He unfastened the ties on her s.h.i.+rt, parting the front and baring her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Leaning forward, he captured one nipple between his teeth, nibbling carefully while teasing with the very tip of his tongue. He slipped his hand beneath the s.h.i.+rt and stroked her hip. His thumb parted the soft curls of pubic hair partially hiding her c.l.i.t and caressed the nub. She sighed, wiggling against his hand as it slid between her legs, his palm covering her c.l.i.t while his fingers traced her p.u.s.s.y. Dipping two fingers inside her slit, he gathered moisture and circled her c.l.i.t.

Lock tugged off her s.h.i.+rt and rolled her onto her stomach.

”What are you doing?” She tried glancing at him, but he lifted her hair over her shoulder and kissed her nape before moving his lips down her spine to the crack of her bottom cheeks. He kissed each round globe, marveling at the smoothness of her skin. Placing one hand under her belly, he lifted her slightly and licked the ultra sensitive flesh between her p.u.s.s.y and sphincter.

”Lock!” Her sharp tone was tainted by a giggle. ”Don't do that!”

”You don't like it?”

”No, I like it, but-”

”Then shut up and enjoy it, Princess.” He continued licking, feeling her stomach and b.u.t.tocks clench with pleasure. Flipping her onto her back, he covered her c.l.i.t with his mouth and ran the tip of his tongue down each side. She gasped and clutched handfuls of his hair. Lock grinned before thrusting his tongue into her p.u.s.s.y and exploring as far as he could reach before returning to her c.l.i.t and lapping.

”Oh, G.o.ddess, I can't stand this!” Sparrow moaned.

With closed eyes, Lock continued lapping and thrusting, enjoying her cries and the squirming of her hips and bottom that he cupped and held steady.

”Oh, oh, oh!!” Sparrow's voice rose in pitch with each word as his tongue fixed on her c.l.i.t, stroking fast and steady until she exploded. Lock shoved his tongue inside her again, feeling her pulse and quiver. Arousing her hardened his c.o.c.k to bursting. He covered her body, still jerking in the final throes of her climax, and thrust into her hot, drenched p.u.s.s.y.

”Lock, please!” she panted, clinging to him as he began thrusting, driving her back to the peak almost before she'd completely descended.

”That's it, girl! Tell me what you want!”

”Don't stop! Don't!”

”I don't think I could even if I wanted to,” he gasped, speeding up his thrusts. Never in his life had he desired a woman so much. He kissed her, his heart throbbing madly as his tongue slipped in and out of her mouth in time with his ramming c.o.c.k. He tore his lips away to draw sips of air.

”You need me?” There was a hint of triumph in her breathless voice.

Need her? At that moment he felt he'd rather die than leave her quaking, heating body. In spite of his almost blinding desire, something stopped him from admitting such need for anyone.

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