His hands at my waist tighten, bruising and claiming, andhis hips thrust harder. Faster. Pleasurable pain as I feel him so deep inside of me that I know he’s right—I’ll never get him out.
“No, sweetheart,” Rowan husks. “Me.”
My only reply is a whimper and a nod, agreeing because he’s right. My teeth cut into my lip to keep from screaming and my only thought while seeing the hottest territorial look in his eyes is,How are you going to ruin this too, Natalia?
Please don’t ruin this,I beg my mind.
I’m going to anyway,it says back.
CHAPTER 10
Rowan
Not even in my wildest fantasies was sex with Nataliathisgood. She didn’t feel like this in my head.
I’m ruined.
I’m fucking ruined.
And the way she makes my name sound like something meaningful and magical. The way she moans it and cries it with each touch and kiss. God, she’smine. She’s always been mine, and I’ve always been hers, without her even knowing it.
“Holy shit,” Natalia pants. Her ass is red with my handprint, and I soothe the skin I’m sure is stinging. But damn it if I don’t love the idea of my hand leaving a mark on her. “I’m coming. R—Rowan, I—Oh fuck.”
“Fuck, yes, sweetheart.” I pound into her harder, my hands gripping tighter around her hips as she thrusts back against me, meeting my every thrust with a harder one. “Come on my cock.”
Her sweet sounds are an epic symphony, our pleasure mixing together to create a rising crescendo that licks up myspine and across my limbs until it breaks every bone and muscle in my body—I’m sure of it.
I knew it.
I knew that once this happened between us, she’d ruin me for everyone else. I knew she’d break me in a way that meant that she would be the only person who could ever put me back together.
I was fucking right.
“Rowan,” she cries, her body coiling tight and her pussy pulsing around me.
Everything in my body keeps tightening—keeps breaking. “Fuck, Nat…”
“Yes,” she sighs. “Harder.”
I grit and clench my teeth, my hands holding her as tight as I can. I try to relent, loosen my grip before I bruise her, but her eyes snap to mine over her shoulder with her mouth parted and she nods. My hands naturally tighten again from the pleasure that is about to tear me apart.
I bend and kiss the curve of her spine before I groan. “I’m coming, sweetheart.”
Her reply is a moan as her back bows further and her thrusts against me come faster and harder, pulling my pleasure out of me—enough to set me aflame as it takes over every cell and nerve, leaving my body a sweaty, trembling mess.
I wish I could say that we shouldn’t have done this, that I regret it, because I know I’m only putting myself through pain.
“God,” I pant, my skin damp and strands of hair stuck at my temple, as my hips jerk into her. I remain buried inside of her, rocking slowly while holding her hips flush against mine until I think I might have actually died.
I pull back slowly, hating that this might be the end and nota beginning for us. I pull out of her with a groan, dying to have her again already. And again and again and again.
Natalia’s body falls lax onto her stomach, her head turned on the pillow with her curls fanning out to the other side. The view of her smooth, bare back and the curves from up here is indescribable. The shadows of the night outline the most goddamn beautiful features I’ve ever seen. Her breaths come heavy between her swollen parted lips, and I try to catch myself—to calm my heart—but with her, it’s an impossible task.
There has never been a time in this life where my heart didn’t beat for her.
“Shit,” she pants, and I take care of the condom, tying then tossing it into the bin in the corner.
With my fingers, I push my hair back out of my face and drop beside her body, catching my breath. The ceiling fan is still, the breeze is whistling just outside the windows, and it’s me and her breathing together, in the dark.
