I rinse her off, then bury my face between her legs again, tongue delving deep. Water mixes with her taste, and I eat her like a starving man. Fingers join in, stretching her more, pumping steadily.
"Chaos... too much... I can't..."
"You can," I growl. "Come again, sweetheart. Drench my face."
She obeys, thighs clamping my head, body convulsing as another orgasm hits. I hold her up, licking her through it, until she's boneless.
Standing, I pull her against my chest, my cock nestled against her belly, aching. But I ignore it, focusing on her. "How you feelin'?"
"Amazing," she murmurs, smiling up at me, that warmth in her eyes hitting me like a punch.
We dry off, tumble back to bed. I hold her close, her head on my chest, fingers tracing patterns on her skin.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I tell her.
Tonight is her awakening. And fuck, it's just the beginning.
Chapter 11
Rowan
Pounding on the door jolts me awake. I blink in the dim room, disoriented for a moment until I feel the heavy arm draped across my waist, the solid chest pressed against my back. Chaos.
The memories of last night flood back, sending heat cascading through my body. The knocking continues, more insistent.
"Fuck's sake," Chaos growls into my hair, his voice sleep-roughened and deliciously raspy. His arm tightens around me for a brief moment before he rolls away, leaving me cold where his body had been wrapped around me.
I watch through half-lidded eyes as he stalks to the door, his broad back a tapestry of tattoos, muscles shifting beneath skin. His boxer briefs sit low on his hips, and I can't tear my eyes away from his tight, defined butt.
Last night, those hands, that mouth... I press my thighs together at the memory. Six orgasms. Six! I didn't know my body could experience that much pleasure. He spent hours learning every inch of me, licking and stroking, and teasing me.
And he wouldn't let me touch him. Not really.
"Tonight's about you," he kept saying when I reached for him. I'd caught only glimpses of his manhood in the shower—thick, long, intimidating. No wonder he worked so carefully to stretch me with his fingers. I'm still not convinced it will fit, but I want to try. I desperately want to try.
Chaos yanks the door open. "This better be good."
I can't see who's standing there, but I hear a male voice respond, "It's what you asked for, prez.”
Chaos mumbles something incoherent before taking what looks like a shopping bag and slamming the door shut without another word.
I sit up quickly, clutching the sheet to my bare chest. His eyes sweep over me, darkening at the sight. He looks predatory, dangerous—and it sends a thrill through me.
"Morning, sweetheart." He brings the bag to the foot of the bed.
"What's that?" I nod toward the bag, suddenly nervous.
"Present. For you." He pushes it toward me. "Open it.” I stare at the bag, then back at him.
“A present?"
"Yeah." A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You gonna open it or just look at it like it might contain anthrax?"
My fingers tremble as I reach for the bag. Inside, I find a pair of feminine but sturdy black boots with a small heel, thick soles, and buckles up the sides. They’re biker boots for women. I love them, but they had to have cost a fortune. They’re real leather.
"It’s…” I shake my head, overwhelmed. I want to tell him I can’t accept, but I know better, so I simply say, “Wow."
“These are going in the trash.” He picks up my old sneakers that I’ve patched with cardboard and duct tape and tosses them in the waste basket.
