Something inside of me snaps, craving him in his entirety. I climb the man, throwing my arms around his neck and crashing my lips to his, my toes barely touching the floor. His arm comes around my waist firmly, lifting me off the floor and against his body. My legs wrap around him as best as they canbefore he sets me down on the back of the sofa, standing between my legs.
“Natalia,” he mumbles on my lips, and I undo his belt and pants, pulling his shirt out of them with trembling fingers. In a shaky, quiet rasp, he mutters, “Please.”
“Rowan,” I breathe and slip my tongue back between his lips, hoping that I’m kissing him hard enough to distract him too. “I need you.”
“Fuck, sweetheart.” His lips leave a trail of wet kisses down my jaw and neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin over my pulse. “Where?”
“The bed,” I moan, arching when his hands slip beneath my long sleeve, drifting up my curves. His long fingers mold against my ribs and the image of his hands breaking through the cage protecting my heart rattles me. He’d protect it with his life. His thumbs sweep just beneath the swell of my breasts and I shudder. “Bed.”
He pulls me hard against his body, his hands beneath each cheek of my ass, holding me up higher so I’m level with his mouth. Like muscle memory, he finds his way to my bedroom and my fingers undo each button of his shirt carefully, even though I’m anxious to rip it open. I havesomepatience.
Rowan releases me and my body falls back on my mattress, bouncing as he kneels between my spread legs. He removes his shirt and tosses it elsewhere, and I sit up to remove my crewneck.
He bends to kiss between my breasts and down to below my belly button, his fingers curling at the waistband of my sweats. He tugs them down, down, down, kissing each inch of skin that becomes exposed until I am utterly naked. His lipsbrush ever so slightly across the scars at the top of my left thigh. Thankfully, the dark of my room doesn’t permit a good view of them, but still, the gesture softens me instead of embarrassing me. I don’t always have to hide them from him.
He kisses back up my body until his tongue reaches my nipple. “How do you want me to fuck you, Natalia?”
I moan when his teeth graze at the hard peak. “Good.”
Rowan chuckles and brings his focus to my other nipple, grazing his teeth and swirling his tongue, the precision sending volts of pleasure down to my core and making me clench around nothing, the emptiness utterly painful.
“Rowan,” I whimper and he kisses a slow path down my body, dragging his tongue across my skin.
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
“You,” I breathe. It’s the only thing that comes to mind. The only answer there is to his question—allthe questions. “You.”
“Please,” he whispers. “Tell me.”
“I’m fine,” I whisper back. “I’m fine.”
He seems to believe me—more than I believe myself—and he lowers his face between my legs. The flat of his tongue does one slow, long sweep up my pussy, and my back bows off the bed.
“Yes,” I moan quietly. My hands find his hair, certainly causing him some sort of pain as I pull, and my legs tighten around his head. His tongue flicks over my clit, sucking and granting it special attention. Then I feel his fingers at my entrance, teasing and pulling sounds out of my mouth I make only for him.
Those two fingers slide inside of me and curl, making me cry out his name.
“God, Natalia,” he growls as his tongue licks over every crevice. “I could eat you out all day.”
I whimper loudly, my hips bucking and grinding against his face. But my undulating hips come to a halt when his hands grip the backs of my thighs and spread me open for him, bringing my knees to the sides of my chest.
“Rowan,” I moan. “Rowan, I can’t…”
“One more,” he says against my pussy, the reverberations of his voice on my flesh sparking pleasure on my clit.
My protests come out in gibberish, but it does nothing to stop him. My right hand delves into his hair, tugging hard, and I bite into the back of my left hand, keeping my screaming and squealing muffled.
“Oh god,” I mumble.
I can’t control the trembling in my legs, the way they press against his hold and threaten to clamp around his head, and the way my entire body breaks into a violent sweat, all of my limbs trembling.
“Rowan! Fuck!”
The sounds coming out of me are ones I have never heard before—none I never thought I was capable of making. But here I am, also feeling pleasure I never thought was possible.
My body sinks into my mattress as I come down from the high, his tongue now moving languidly, but with each pass over my clit my body twitches. Rowan groans, entirely satisfied with himself, and my eyelids grow too heavy to lift.
“Rowan,” I whisper. “Come here.”
