His hands pull me to the edge as he lines our bodies together, his tip nudging against my entrance as I hold myself up on my hands behind me. “You kill me,” he growls and slams into me. “Every time.”
“Rowan,” I gasp.
Every thrust is deep and hard, rhythmically paced and perfect. He loses control and I lose balance, reaching for him. I’m always desperate for touch, for our skin to meld together. My fingers dive into his hair and fist the thick strands as our breaths mingle between our parted lips.
“Does my pussy feel good?” I rasp in his ear, lowering my voice to a low, sultry pitch. “Can you feel how deep you are, Rowan?”
His body trembles. “Fuck, yes.”
“Do you feel how wet you make me?”
A faint growl with his teeth gazing my neck is his response.
My hands skim down his back until I’m holding handfuls of his ass—a hard, muscled ass I’ll swoon over later—and my nails dig into his skin as he thrusts harder. Harder and faster and deeper.
“Come inside me, Rowan,” I whimper. “Ohhh…”
“Fuck,” he grunts with haphazard, erratic thrusts. “I love you.”
“Oh god.”
I fall back onto my hands and watch as we come apart. It swallows me whole.
“Shit,” I pant, my head dropping back and legs trembling around his body. “Rowan.”
“Jesus, Natalia,” he breathes out heavily, his hands smoothing up and down my thighs as he pulls out of me with a groan.
Rowan looks between us—down between my legs.
“You’re a mess,” he whispers with a smug smirk.
Two of his fingers glide down my core and I hiss, shivering at the contact that overstimulates me. I can’t decide if I want him to stop or keep going. “Rowan,” I mewl, my hips moving with a mind of their own.
Those two fingers just barely dip inside of me, and when he pulls them out, they’re dripping with a mixture of him and me.
“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” Rowan purrs, his voice low and deep.
I do as I’m told and hold out my tongue just enough for him to slip his fingers into my mouth. A deep rumble comes from the back of his throat as I suck and lap my tongue around his fingers, tasting him and me in the most delicious mix. I moan, my eyes fluttering closed but I peel them open so I don’t miss this erotic sight.
I love the woman he turns me into. Erotic and sensual and confident in my sexuality—perfectly comfortable being naked and bare and asking for what I want. Doing what I like and discovering things I didn’t know I liked.
Like this.
Rowan’s eyes bore into me and mine never leave his, not when he slides his fingers out from between my lips and puts them in his mouth next. His eyes fall closed with a soft moan that makes me want him again.
I’m an addict, I think, to anything that has to do with him. Anything he loves, I love. Anything he wants, I want. Everything that hurts him, hurts me. Whatever burns him, burns me tenfold. He has turned me into a monster.
“Shall we finish cooking now?” He kisses the base of my throat.
I laugh. “I feel much more encouraged now.”
“Soda or wine?”
“Surprise me.”
CHAPTER 33
Rowan
