“You need more, don’t you?” His lips graze my ear, his teeth nipping at the lobe. “Tell me how bad you want it.”
I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Please, Rowan. I want it so bad. So fucking bad. I need it. Touch me. Please, touch me.”
He groans at my begging, and he rewards me by sliding his hand lower, cupping me over the soaked fabric. I gasp, my back arching as his fingers press against my clit through the thin barrier. The pressure is almost enough, but not quite.
“Look at you,” he growls, his voice thick with lust. “Soaking through your panties like a good girl.” His fingers rub slow,torturous circles, and I moan, my hips jerking against his hand. “You’re desperate for me, aren’t you, darling?”
“Yes,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “Please Rowan, I need—”
His mouth crashes back onto mine, swallowing my plea, and his fingers finally slip beneath the waistband of my panties. The first touch of his fingers against my aching, swollen pussy makes me cry out, my body shuddering. He groans into my mouth, his fingers sliding through my wetness, gathering it before pressing against my clit.
I buck against his hand, my hips rolling in needy little circles. The bond flares between us, and I can feel his desire—how badly he wants to claim me. His fingers circle me slowly, deliberately, working me into a panting, writhing mess.
“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough. “So fucking perfect.” Two fingers press inside me just a little, just enough to make me gasp, and then he pulls back, teasing.
He returns to my clit, stroking and circling, and I whimper, my hips jerking against his hand. The bond pulses between us, amplifying every sensation until I’m trembling, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“You’re so hot, Norah,” he murmurs, and I can hear the need in his voice. “So wet for me. I’ve dreamed of touching you just like this.” His fingers swirl over my clit in tight, teasing circles, and I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
I nod frantically, my voice breaking. “Yes, yes, I am. Please, Rowan—”
He holds my gaze, his eyes burning into mine, and then his fingers slide lower, slipping against my entrance. I gasp as he slowly pushes two fingers inside me, stretching me, filling me. The sensation is overwhelming. His fingers are long and thick,and the bond flares between us as he sinks them deep inside my clenching pussy.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, his voice rough. “You feel like you were made just for me.”
I moan, my hips rocking against his hand, my body aching for more. “Because I was,” I pant, breathless. “I don’t think any of this was an accident, Rowan.”
He claims my mouth with a hungry kiss, swallowing my words, and he starts to fuck me with his fingers, slow and deep. His thumb circles my clit, and I whimper into his mouth, my body trembling.
I’m burning. Floating. Hyperaware of not just my need, but his.
I slip my hand down between us and stroke him through the fabric of his boxer briefs. I trace the outline of him, and he groans into my mouth, his hips bucking into my touch. The sound he makes is desperate, needy, and it sends a thrill coursing through me.
“Fuck, Norah,” he growls. “You’re going to kill me.”
I whimper, my fingers tightening around him. “I need to feel you,” I pant.
He groans again, his fingers still working inside me, stretching me, filling me. The bond glows and shimmers between us, and I can feel how close he is to losing control. His thumb circles my clit faster, and I gasp, my hips rocking.
I slip my hand beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, my fingers wrapping around his bare cock. He’s so big, so thick, and I moan at the feel of him. His skin is hot, velvety smooth, and he throbs in my grip. His hips jerk up, his cock sliding through my fist, and he groans, his head falling back against the pillow.
“Christ, sweetheart,” he grits out. “That feels so fucking good.”
I stroke him, my thumb swirling over the tip, gathering the bead of moisture there. He’s leaking for me, his cock impossibly hard. He fucks me harder, faster with his fingers, the wet sound of it filling the room. It’s so, so good, but it’s not enough.
“Please,” I beg, my voice breathless. “I need you inside me. Please, Rowan. Please.”
“Norah,” he groans, his voice strained. “We shouldn’t—”
“I don’t care,” I pant, stroking him faster. “I need you. Please, Rowan. I need you so fucking bad.”
He makes an anguished sound, his hips thrusting into my touch. “You’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart.”
“Please, Rowan,” I beg, my voice shaking. “Please, I need you inside me. I need to feel you.”
“Fuck,” he growls. “I can’t stop. God help me, I can’t stop.” He pulls his fingers free of me and tugs my panties down. I let out a victorious little moan and clumsily pull his underwear down over his hips. We shimmy and fumble, and then our underwear hits the floor.
He moves over top of me, his weight pressing me down into the mattress, making me feel tiny. He’s so warm, so solid, and I whimper as his cock presses against my thigh, so hot and hard. His mouth finds mine again, and we kiss like we’re drowning, like we’ve been starving for this. His tongue slides against mine, slow and deep, and I arch up into him, my nails scoring down his back. My arm throbs dully, but I don’t care.
