Yes.
A sound tore from me—raw, animal.
Then his fingers pushed into my pussy, and I howled.
My body shuddered. My eyes rolled back as the release ripped through me.
He laughed—and kept fucking me through it.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said, forcing me down until my face hit the grass.
His hands locked on my shoulders, pressing me flat as he drove into me with everything he had. There was no pain. I was fully open. Fully taken.
I clawed at the grass, ripping it free, the blades scraping my breasts as his breath broke into rough grunts.
“Oh, yeah. Here it comes,” he roared.“Yes. Take it. Every last drop.”
His movements faltered. Heat spilled from him.
I turned my cheek against the grass.
Exhausted.
Exhilarated.
Annihilated.
Chapter 51
Rowan
My hand gripped her shoulder, the other braced against the grass as I drew in slow, steady breaths, forcing my pulse to settle. Then she clenched around me again.
If she ever doubted us—doubted me—I would fuck those thoughts out of her without hesitation.
Her eyes were closed, but the faint curve of contentment at her mouth told me everything I needed to know.
The script at the nape of her neck felt like validation beneath my lips. Nick had been right to mark her. I kissed the skin around the tattoo, lingering, before my hands slid from her shoulders down to her arse. When I pulled back, she moaned softly—and hissed when I withdrew.
A gush spilled from her, white against pink, a sight that never failed to satisfy. It dripped onto the grass between her spread legs.
I smiled when she didn’t move.
“Come on, sweetheart,” I murmured, helping her sit upright.“After that performance, I doubt Nick and Alec will stay at work long.”
She groaned and leaned back into my chest.
“Don’t you want them to fuck your pussy?” I asked quietly, rubbing warmth back into her arms.“Let’s get you fed. Get you ready for them.”
When she shivered, I reached for her clothes. I knew my phone would be lighting up inside—that was exactly why I’d left it there.
I helped her dress, tucked myself away, and we walked back toward the house together. Slowly. Carefully.
I’d have to be gentle with her in the coming months.
???
She shuffled into the bathroom, and I helped her step into the warm water. We’d never come together to care for a woman like this before, but with Ella it felt deeply satisfying—settling—in a way I couldn’t fully articulate yet. Perhaps it was because we knew what she carried.
