Scythe & Sparrow (The Ruinous Love Trilogy, #3)(50)

Rose nods, no judgment or concern in her eyes, only lust. “I have an IUD,” she says, not slowing the motion of her fingers over her clit. “I was tested last year. I haven’t been with anyone since then. So if you’re nervous about coming inside me, don’t be.” A little tremor wracks her shoulders as though the thought itself is pushing her closer to another orgasm. “I’d like that. A lot.”

My head tilts and I grab my erection with a firm hand. “How much?”

“A lot,” she repeats, her gaze fusing to mine, her expression ravenous. “In me. On me. Yeah … cum kink. It’s kind of my thing.”

My cock goes impossibly harder.

“If that’s not your thing though—”

“That’s my thing. Definitely,” I say, and Rose’s lips stretch in a bewitching smile.

“Then what are you waiting for?” she whispers.

Goddamn. She’s so fucking perfect. And this is so fucking reckless. But there’s no way I can stop it now. Even if this is all we have. Even if it becomes a hammer to my heart. I want her too much. I desire her too deeply. And she needs me as much as I need her.




I swallow, keeping my hand clasped around my cock as I step forward and prowl onto the bed. She lifts her hand from her center as I notch the tip of my erection to her entrance. “If there’s anything you don’t like,” I say, not pushing into her inviting heat, “if there’s anything that makes you uncomfortable. If you want me to stop, just tell me. I will stop.”

“Okay. Same for you.” Rose’s eyes stay fixed to mine as she gives a slight nod. There’s no teasing light in her eyes when she runs her hands up my arms where they’re braced next to her shoulders. “I trust you, Fionn.”

I search her face. There’s no lie in her words.

It takes everything in me not to lean down and kiss her as I push into her tight heat to the sound of her gasp.

Even fitting just the crown of my cock into her pussy is euphoric. A revelation. It’s been a few years since I’ve been with a woman, but I don’t remember anyone feeling as good as Rose feels. I linger there, gripped by her warmth. Rose’s lips are parted, her brow furrowed. Her fingers dig into my shoulders. “More,” she breathes.

I take one hand and run it from her hip to her knee, lifting her injured leg from the bed. And then I push in deeper to the sound of her desperate moan. “Fuck, Rose,” I hiss, sliding deeper still, not stopping until my hips are flush with her body. We’re both breathing heavily and we’ve barely even started.

“You feel …” she starts, losing her words as I slowly slide out. I thrust in hard, and she lets out a desperate moan. “Fucking hell, Fionn. You feel amazing.” I do it again, pulling out slowly and thrusting in hard. Rose tilts her head back and whimpers. “Goddamn,” she breathes. “I love that.”

I give her a few more hard thrusts before I pick up a pace of steadier strokes, and she moans again. “Tell me what else you love.”

“This,” she says. Her hands trace my back, mapping my muscles and bones. “I love this too.” I grin, though she doesn’t see it. Her eyes are pressed closed, a crease etched between her brows. I pull the lace cups of her bra down and seal my mouth over the peak of her breast, and lick my tongue over her nipple. She rakes her nails through my hair. “And that. Yes. God.” I kiss my way to her other breast as I keep up the pace of long strokes in her pussy. “What about you …? What do you love?”

“Every fucking thing about this,” I say, the honest-to-God truth. “I fucking love your tight pussy. I love licking it. I love being inside it.”

She moans with my words, her nails scraping at my skin as I unfasten her bra and toss it to the floor. “What else? What turns you on?”

“Chasing you down,” I reply, struggling not to fuck her hard at the mere thought of it. I want to take my time and enjoy every second of what could be a one-time thing. “Finding you. Fucking you like a goddamn prize.”

Rose shudders beneath me and I know instantly that she enjoys that fantasy as much as I do. I look down at her and she gives me a wicked smile. “God, yes. But what if you couldn’t find me?”

My strokes slow. I hold her gaze. The urge to kiss her steals my breath. It takes every last thread of my restraint not to do it, and it leaves nothing else behind. Maybe she won’t see that every barrier I try to keep up has crumbled, if only for a heartbeat, when I say, “I will always find you, Rose.”




Rose’s smile is so faint it could be imagined. The flicker in her brow so brief it could be a mirage. But if she thinks this is still a game or something more, she doesn’t say. Because there are no more words after that.

I kiss her neck. She trails her touch across my skin. Our rhythm grows more urgent. Deep rocking strokes, desperate moans. My cock glides through her heat, her pussy tight around my erection. Her body grips mine as though it’s a missing piece it can’t bear to let go of. Her whimpers become more intense, and I know she’s getting close. My palm glides down her body and press my fingers to her clit and within seconds, she’s losing control. Her back bows off the bed. I quicken my pace. She calls out my name and I’m falling with her into ecstasy, keeping my touch steady on her bundle of nerves as I pull out quickly. “Look down,” I grit out, gripping my erection with my other hand as a pulse of cum shoots across her left breast.