"Don't move your hands," Rowan ordered against her skin.
"What?"
"Hands back above your head. Now."
She obeyed, slowly, and I felt her trembling with the effort of staying still.
"That’s exactly right, sweetheart," I murmured, then bit down gently.
She made a sound, half gasp, half moan, that was better than any music.
We worked her over slowly. Mouths, hands, and teeth, learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her arch and beg. By the time Rowan's hand slid into her panties, she was already soaking wet.
"Fuck," he muttered. "She's drenched."
"Already?" I looked down at her flushed face, her glazed eyes. "Did we get you that worked up, sweetheart?"
"Yes."
"Yes, sir."
"Mmm..." Rowan's fingers played, sliding through her wetness. "How long has it been since someone touched you like this?"
"Two years."
"Two years?" I couldn't keep the disbelief out of my voice.
"I've been busy."
"Too busy for pleasure?" Rowan pushed one finger inside her and she moaned. "That's a crime, Naomi. A fucking crime."
"Then punish me," she gasped.
We both froze.
"What did you say?" I asked carefully.
She met my eyes, and I saw the challenge there. "You heard me."
Rowan's eyes darkened. "You want punishment?"
"I want to feel something. Anything." She broke off as he added a second finger. "Oh god."
"We can do punishment," I said. "Tonight, we're going to make you feel so good you’ll beg for more.”
"Promise?"
"Promise."
I hooked my fingers into her panties and pulled them down her legs. She was bare underneath, smooth and glistening with arousal. Beautiful.
Rowan moved between her thighs, his hands spreading them wider. "You still good?"
"Yes."
I said to warn her. "Then hold on, sweetheart. This is going to be intense."
His mouth descended on her and Naomi's back arched off the bed with a cry that echoed off the walls. I moved up to her head, capturing her mouth with mine, swallowing her moans as Rowan worked her with devastating precision.
