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“Speak up,” I urge.
I lift her head with her braid and her lips tremble.
“You feel good,” she manages, her voice breaking. “You feel so good, sir.”
My cock throbs and she feels it, writhing those pretty, soft hips beneath me. My hips thrust faster and she moans like the sweet whore she is.
She loves this, she loves the pain, the humiliation.
Heat shocks down my spine. We’re so perfect together, my redbird and I.
Cum spills from me and I push in and shudder. My groin pressed into her ass, my fingers in her hair.
“Take it,” I grit out. “Take all of me.”
She does, she lays there until I’m done. I bend, still inside her, and kiss the side of her head. Right on her temple.
“That’s my girl,” I tell her.
Her lashes flutter. “Did I do what you wanted, sir?” she whispers.
“Everything,” I assure her. “You’re so good, such a good girl. I’m going to pull out and clean up now.”
She nods, wincing as I disengage my hips. My cock leaves her warmth and her chest constricts and releases.
A deep, deep sigh.
I take everything off until she’s naked. She clings to me as I fill the bathtub and let her sink into the steamy water. When I return from cleaning up the mess on the hearth and in the bed, her eyes are heavy.
She reaches for me weakly.
“Hold me,” she whispers.
I sink into the water and pull her into my arms, facing me. Her legs wrap around my body and her arms drape around my neck. She burrows her face into my chest. I kiss the top of her pomegranate scented hair.
There’s no place in this world I’d rather be than in her arms.
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
KEIRA
It takes a week for the snow to stop.
Everything between Sovereign and I is put on hold because he’s gone so much. Winter on a ranch is hard, and it’s even harder up on Sovereign Mountain. He leaves early and comes back late. Frosted with snow and smelling of the outdoors.
I spend a lot of time sleeping, exhausted from everything that happened. When I’m not out cold, I’m occupied with Angel in the barn or helping Maddie in the kitchen. She’s a lot warmer to me now, she even told me she was impressed with what I did by the river.
We start decorating the ranch for the holidays early even though Sovereign narrows his eyes. He doesn’t say anything, but he does leave a pile of cut fir branches outside the front door early one morning.
It’s Sunday night when I finally get him to myself. The men finish the chores early and the main house clears out. The clock chimes. I’m laying in bed with my eyes fixed on the snow covered mountains through the window.
The painted mare lays on the bedside table. She doesn’t stand upright any longer. I tied her broken legs together with a ribbon so they don’t get lost.
Sovereign doesn’t come in when he usually does around eight. I slip from bed, the goosebumps rising on my skin, and pad out into the hallway. I’m in my silk slip, the one I wore the night my barn burned. I scrubbed away the smoke stains and now it’s back to its original white.
I don’t wear it because I have to anymore. Just because I want to. Because Sovereign’s eyes light up when he sees me in it.
I pad down the stairs. Maddie hung the fir branches over the fireplace and wound them with little white lights. The gas fireplace burns. Otherwise, the big main room is quiet.
