Scythe & Sparrow (The Ruinous Love Trilogy, #3)(109)
“I love the way you think, Mrs. Kane.” Fionn glides the crown of his cock over my folds before notching it at my entrance. I look up as he tangles his fingers into the crocheted yarn, gripping it in tight fists. With a swift tug, he brings the swing toward him, sheathing his cock with my pussy. I gasp. He rumbles a growl. For a breath, we don’t move. “And I fucking love the way you feel,” he grits out.
And then he fucks me.
His hips slap my ass with every deep thrust. I swing forward and back. Forward and back. Over and over. Pleasure is already coiling deep in my core with every stroke that glides over my inner walls, my body still sensitive from his touch yet ready for more. And he gives me everything. He slows when he knows I’m coming close to unraveling. He quickens his pace when the orgasm seems like it might slip from my grasp. He teases me with shallow motion and lavishes me with rocking thrusts. And when I’m nearly mindless with need, I slide a hand beneath the bottom of the swing and swirl my fingers over my clit.
“Please,” I beg, desperation filling that single word.
His words are a strained and gravelly whisper when he says, “If you want me to fill your pussy, Mrs. Kane, you’re going to have to come on my cock first.”
As soon as those words leave his lips, I fall apart. Moaning. Begging. Clenching around him. Blinded by stars. Every muscle winding tighter and tighter until it feels like I dissolve.
With a roar, Fionn slams into me as deep as my body will take him. His strokes become unsteady as he empties into me, but he doesn’t pull away, not until he’s sure every last drop of cum is spent inside me. And we stay that way for a long moment. It’s not until my skin starts to cool beneath a sheen of sweat that he steps back and slides free of my pussy.
“Goddamn, Rose,” he says, lifting me from the swing to set me on my unsteady feet. “The swing was better than I imagined. What did you think?”
“I think …”
I trail off as we both look down at my body. My skin is imprinted with a beautiful pattern of stitches that we’ve both had a hand in making. It’s a web of memory. A map of our history in my flesh.
When I look up and meet Fionn’s eyes, I smile. And then I take a step back toward the swing, gripping onto the ropes of yarn to hop back onto the seat.
“I think we should keep testing it out,” I say with feigned innocence as I spread my legs. “Just to be sure.”
Fionn’s grin grows wicked, his eyes dark. He rests his hands on my knees, spreading them wider. His palms slide up my thighs, painting them with the arousal that coats my skin. He steps closer, leaning down until his lips are only a thread’s width from mine.
“Whatever you say, Mrs. Kane,” he whispers.
He kisses me. He doesn’t stop. The minutes and hours fall away. But each moment etches a map deep beneath my skin.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
First and foremost, thank you to YOU, dear reader, for spending some of your time with Fionn and Rose, and their friends and family, and Barbara, and of course the Suture Sisters, who I’m sure have started a thriving business selling sex swings on Etsy. It’s hard to believe we’re at the end of the Ruinous Love Trilogy, though it doesn’t truly feel like the end in many ways. The most cherished thing this series has brought to me is gratitude. I am so deeply appreciative of the outpouring of love and enthusiasm from you, the readers. It’s humbling that you even want to spend a few hours of your time with these stories, so to see you then fall in love with the characters is deeply moving. While writing Butcher & Blackbird was joyful, and Leather & Lark was challenging, Scythe & Sparrow felt healing. I had a blast. I threw in some truly bizarre shit. And it’s difficult to describe, but I felt like Rose and Fionn loved me back in a way characters don’t often do. I wasn’t just watching their lives unfold. I felt like they were bringing me into their story, sitting me down with a massive cup of coffee, and saying, “Just hang out for a while and see what you find.” I love them both, and I hope you do too.
Endless, enormous thanks to Kim Whalen from the Whalen Agency. You’ve been by my side at every step of this journey and I am so grateful for your unwavering support. You’re hilarious as fuck and I adore working with you. Every time I drink from my matching tumbler, I’ll think of you. HAHA. Thank you also to Mary Pender at WME and Orly Greenberg at UTA—thank you both for helping to bring these characters to a whole new world.
To Molly Stern, Sierra Stovall, Hayley Wagreich, Andrew Rein, and the entire team at Zando, thank you for bringing the Ruinous Love Trilogy far beyond what I ever expected it could be. That first thrill of seeing my book on the shelf in a bookstore is because of you, and I’m eternally grateful. Thank you also to copy editor Rachel Kowal who has (maybe) now come to terms with the fact that I’ll never get lay versus lie right, HAHA.
In the UK, huge thanks to the team at Little, Brown UK, particularly Ellie Russell and Becky West, who have been so wonderful to work with and who were some of the very first folks in the publishing industry to rally behind the Ruinous Love series. Thank you also to Glenn Tavennec from ?ditions du Seuil for being such a huge supporter of me and these characters. And I will always be so grateful to András Kepets in Hungary, who set in place the first domino that brought these partnerships to life.
Massive thanks to Najla and the team at Qamber Designs. You are so wonderful to work with. I had very little to go on when I first came to you with the request to make the series covers. I’d barely started writing B&B, and yet you absolutely nailed all three cover designs. Thank you so much!