I turn my head and my nose bumps his, our parted lips grazing against each other, and hefinallyslams into me.
“Fuck, yes,” I gasp, on the verge of tears and feeling him in my stomach. How my body is accommodating him, I don’t know. I feel myself stretched around him, and he’s doing me the courtesy of moving slowly, barely an inch out before he’s back in. A gentle rock of his hips.
“Shit, Natalia,” Rowan growls, his hands firm and burrowing into my hips. “You’re so fucking wet.”
He pulls out slowly, enough to feel empty, then slams back in. I gasp and my back arches further. Then he does it again, and again, and again.
I look over my shoulder, moaning and enjoying the sound of our skin slapping together. I find his head tilted and his eyes on where our bodies join. His eyes flit to mine.
“I think you get off on pretending to hate me,” Rowan says, his hands on my ass, spreading me for his view. “Pretending you don’t feel this.”
“I’m not pretending,” I moan, my fingers curling and fisting the comforter.
“No?” He leans over me and bites my shoulder. “Tell me you hate me, Natalia.”
“I hate you.”
He slams into me harder.
“You don’t sound like you do.”
“I hate you,” I moan.
“Say it like you mean it, sweetheart.”Slam.“Then maybe I’ll believe it.”
“Fuck, Rowan, shut up and fuck me,” I practically scream and begin thrusting back against him harder, feeling him so deep.
“Fuck, just like that,” he growls. “I can hear how wet you are.”
The sound of skin slapping grows louder, echoing around us in harmony with our moaning, my cries, and the erotic sound of his cock moving in and out of me. But with the next sound of slapping, my body lurches forward with the feel of a sting against my right ass cheek.Rowan’s hand around my hip keeps me back against his body.
He does it again, and I cry out. “Rowan…yes.”
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he purrs. “You like that?”
My head burrows into the bed as I look over my shoulder, biting into my lip and nodding frantically. “Mhhm.”
Then his left hand meets my left cheek and I clench around him, pleasure zinging through me, despite my clit lacking attention. “Rowan.”
“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” he purrs. “I’ll give you anything.”
“I—I need…” Oh god, he doesn’t stop with the relentless thrusts, fucking me into oblivion. “I need…Touch me.”
His hips slow, and his hands soothe the sting on my backside before his fingers dance up my curved spine. His left hand cups my left breast, and his right hand splays against my lower stomach. Both hands work to pull me up, my back to his chest.
“Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
Me too.Except notjustthis—him.
I swallow that down and twist, searching for his lips. “Rowan.”
“Come on my cock, sweetheart,” he purrs, and I fall forward on my hands, my back arching and his hand gripping my waist again while the other rubs my clit.
“Oh my god, Rowan,” I nearly scream. “Fuck, yes.”
“Damn it, Natalia,” he groans. “Look at you—face down, ass up, and all of it for me. Fuck, sweetheart, no one else but me is fucking you ever again.”
Even in my haze of the oncoming orgasm, I huff, “For now.”
