No one has ever stood a chance against her.
“Rowan,” Natalia cries quietly against my ear, her lips brushing the shell. “I’m close.”
Her smooth hands move up my spine, fingertips burrowing into my shoulder blades, holding me to her. I never want her to let go, and I hope she never wants to either.
I’m hers, I’m so fucking hers I don’t think I’m my own anymore.
“Nat, sweetheart.”
“Yes. Yes.” Natalia arches and I bend to lick her nipples before taking each of them into my mouth, sucking hard. “Hmmm.”
I give her all the pleasure I can offer, using the map I’ve drawn for myself by her moans and arches, her breaths and twitches, to guide me. I’ve had her memorized since the day I met her. Since the first night she let me touch her.
Natalia clenches around me. “Rowan.”
“Me too,” I groan. “Fuck, you going to come on my cock, sweetheart?” I purr. “You gonna come for me like a good girl, Natalia?”
“Mhmm…”
“Come,” I demand with a grunt. “God, let me die in this perfect cunt.”
My hips move faster, harder, jerking with no direction.
“Oh…fuck… Rowan,” Natalia mewls, her hips bucking and undulating against mine, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Rowan, I’m—I’m coming… Oh god.”
“Fuck,” I growl. “Fuck, that’s my girl. So good, sweetheart.”
Natalia tightens around me like she never wants me to pull out of her body, and I don’t. I want to tell her I love her. Every time I’m inside her, Ineedto tell her, but I never do. She should know. I should not be inside of her, claiming her, her claiming me, without her knowing that I’m in love with her.
Natalia Mae Davis-Jeong.
“Natalia.” With her name on my lips, I come, my body tensing and coiling until it snaps, relief flooding through my entire body until I’m breathless and boneless.
Natalia sinks into the mattress and I sink down beside her, my body and hair damp—hers, the same. We pant, our breaths filling the room, side by side. Hip to hip. Shoulder to shoulder.
“That was…”
“It was,” I agree and feel her hand dancing it’s way closer to mine, getting closer and closer until her pinky is nudging mine. I turn over and take her hand in mine, fingers sliding together.
“Is it always going to be like that?” Natalia whispers. “So intense? Too much.”
“Too much?”
“Agoodtoo much,” she clarifies. With a small breath, she turns onto her side and faces me, putting a hand beneath her cheek as I bring our hands to my chest, giving me those hazel-green eyes. “I’ve never… I’ve never felt anything like you, Rowan.”
I release my grip on her hand and my arm comes around her. I use all of my strength to pull her into me.
“That face,” Natalia says, tossing her leg over my hip.
“What face?”
Her finger tips brush, as light as a feather, across my lips. “This face. This look.” Her lips stretch into a small smile, her eyes sparkling. “This smile. You always look at me like this.”
“You’ve finally noticed,” I breathe.
“I’ve always noticed.” She traces my lips with the tip of her finger. “I’ve just been scared to acknowledge it.”
“Why?”
