“Rowan,” she breathes, her hand wrapping around my length. “Can I fuck you? Slow.”
I nod, wetting my lips as she gives me one hard, slow stroke. “Yes, sweetheart,” I breathe as she comes over me, her lips brushing mine. “You can do whatever you want to me.”
This time, it’s slow. Languid. Lazy. And so fucking good. It’s her and me, breathing life into each other, reviving and restarting each other’s hearts. It’s her lips on mine, never straying and always brushing or kissing. It’s my hands on her hips or her ass, guiding her over me so she can find her release before I find my own.
It’s me turning her over so I can properly show her how profoundly I belong to her. It isn’t rushed or loud or angry or rough. It’s only us, blissfully together, trading pieces of ourselves. Then it’s starved and possessed and I’m utterly consumed by her.
Natalia comes first with breathy moans and sighs, her body writhing and bending and arching. Her nails dig into my back and arms while her legs tremble around my torso. Then I follow her into the sea of pleasure, my body bending to her will. My teeth skin her neck, my lips kiss her pulse, my body trembles and shudders, and I’ve never had anything better than her.
Nothingis better than her.
Her delicate hands are splayed on my back, ankles resting against my backside, keeping me close. I sink onto her, not dropping my full weight, but enough, with my forearms planted on either side of her head.
“Natalia,” I pant.
“Rowan,” she moans, gently scratching my back.
“Stay, please,” I beg and kiss her collarbone. “Sweetheart?—”
“I can’t, really, it’s—I didn’t leave enough food out for Binx,” she says. “I didn’t think?—”
I kiss the corner of her mouth. “It’s okay.”
“No it’s not, I’m sorry.” She frowns. “I want to stay.”
“It’s okay.” I press my lips to hers. “Will I see you tomorrow?”
“You see me every day, you stalker.”
“Yes.” I chuckle. “But I want to see you tomorrow.”
“What’s special about tomorrow?”
I shrug. “I get to see you.”
That earns me a shove at my shoulder and an eye roll. She tries to turn away from me but I keep her beneath me with my arms and my hips pinned to hers. “Shut up.”
“Tomorrow,” he says. “And every other day.”
“You’ll find a way to see me no matter what I say.”
I grin and run my hands up and down the slender curves of her body before settling on the swell of her ass. “Correct.”
“Will you be coming in for your usual then?”
“Obviously.” I chuckle and nip at her neck. “And for you.”
“You’re so corny.”
“You love it,” I whisper, “and I love you.”
“Never stop saying that,” Natalia breathes.
“Never.”
CHAPTER 32
Natalia
