“Are you jealous, baby bird?”
His throat worked, lips open and closing. A vein in the column of his neck throbbed with each breath that escaped him and after a beat, he could speak. “Jea… Jealousy implies wanting something I don’t have. I have you. So, I suppose that makes me territorial.”
I bit back a laugh.
“He’s just a patient, gorgeous.”
“I was just a patient once.”
“The fuck?”
“No, Sebastian. You weren’t.” Rising from my seat, I planted my hands on either side of his hips, caging him with my upper body. His chest knocked against mine, and I felt his little gasp floating across my cheek. “You were a force. An unstoppable wave of desire and passion. I wanted you before I met you, and now that I have you, I crave the taste of you every second we’re apart. You were never just a patient, baby bird, you were mine. Always. Right from the start.”
He fucking whimpered.
Body sagging, he melted against the surface of my desk, head falling just enough to display the length of his throat. I licked along the ridges of it, enjoying the way he squirmed beneath me before sinking my teeth into the newly flushed skin.
“I… I just want to paint myself all over you. I want to mark you. Scar you. Tattoo my name across that bird on your arm so everybody knows that you’re my daddy.Mine.”
“You can light me on fire, sweetheart, burn your initials into the skin covering my heart. Whatever the fuck you want.”
A shiver tore through his lithe body. Spine curving, he rubbed himself over me like a kitten begging to play.
Wetting my lips, I folded them over his mouth and whispered against panting breaths, “do you want something, baby bird?”
“Take me apart,” he begged. “Rip me to pieces and then put me back together.”
My fucking pleasure.
Anchoring my hands to his hips, my nails bit into the delicate skin. The moon-shaped indent it left behind made my cock jump behind my zipper. Sebastian loved when I marked him—when I left trails of my obsession across his skin for him to find and stare at later.
He yelped when I flipped him, and I slid my palms down his quivering arms, knotting my fingers in his and guiding his hands to the edges of the desk.
“You’re going to want to hold on to something.”
His grip tightened, and he forced his ass against my cock in a needy, eager motion that made me want to spank him and praise him all at once.
Fingers in his hair, I forced his head backward and nibbled along the shell of his ear. “I’m going to give you what you want, baby. You don’t have to beg but I sure fucking like when you do.”
“Daddy…”
“You sound so pretty when you say my name.”
Lips on his jaw, I sucked the skin into my mouth until he whined for me.
“More. Please.”
His cheeks were glowing with rose-colored desire, pillowed against the hardtop of my desk. Lips wet, he gasped for me, eyes wide and eager as he waited for me to claim him.
It was like falling to my knees—each touch a prayer, each kiss a vow. He was my ritual, the only fucking faith I believed in.
My fingers were on his waistband now, toying with the button there. A smile tugged at his cheeks, and he moaned at the sound of his own zipper.
“Are your undies all wet, sweetheart? Have you been leaking for me?”
He whimpered when he nodded, his eyes glassy and breath labored.
“You’re falling apart already, and I’ve barely touched you.”