“Spread those legs wider. Yes, goodvolchok. Let me see you play with yourself.”
I couldn’t breathe. My body was strung tight as a bow, unable to form coherent thoughts as he whispered sweet filth into my ear. He nipped my earlobe, then murmured, “Relax. We have all night.”
The anxiety that had been building released suddenly, tension dissipating like smoke.
His nose nuzzled behind my ear, inhaling my scent as his hips ground against my ass, following the rhythm I’d set as I rode the toy. I wanted to touch him, mount him, ride him until we were both crying each other’s names.
Every moment he’d stared at me with that particular intensity, every time he’d touched me with reverence, every word he’d just spoken—it was everything I’d needed and wanted, without knowing I needed or wanted it.
The orgasm began to crest, building like a wave. My legs began to shake, my entire body trembling. Rowan was my anchor in this delirium of pain and pleasure, the only solid thing in a world gone liquid and strange.
I wanted more. Wanted him inside me. I was desperate, frustrated, but I knew this wasn’t the moment to ask for that.
Yet I knew he would give me everything if I only asked.
“Rowan, I want to—"
“You are safe. It is okay, Violet. Let go.” He reassured me, twisting my nipples and sinking his teeth into my shoulder with just enough pain and pressure to tip me over the edge.
My heart seemed to explode as the orgasm ripped through me, tearing a scream from my throat. Rowan’s hand covered my mouth, muffling the sound, his own drawn-out “fuck” whispered next to my ear as my body convulsed.
My eyes rolled back. Every muscle spasmed, and all the tension leaked from me as I melted into him.
Bliss. Pure, uncomplicated bliss.
The toy dropped from my nerveless hand, still vibrating against my ass as we both lay there panting. Rowan was breathing hard, his length pressed firmly between my cheeks, but he made no move to seek his own relief.
His hands traced my curves once more—gentle now, almost reverent—before he slowly began to withdraw them.
“Wait,” I murmured, not ready to lose his touch.
“Shh, I have you.” He grabbed the toy, turned it off, and slid off the bed.
Myskin was no longer feverish, but goosebumps rose at the loss of his body heat. I heard his footsteps padding across the floor, then returning. His touch was soft and careful as he reached for me.
“Do you want to use the restroom?”
It was so considerate that I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. “Yes, thank you.”
His hand traced a pattern from my neck to my hip bone, the touch absent-minded. I didn’t know if he was even conscious of it until he felt me shudder in response. “Sorry,” he said as he helped me stand, ensuring I could walk.
My legs felt shaky but functional. I used the restroom, hyperaware of the mess between my legs, and realized I needed to shower. There was no avoiding it.
As I washed my hands, Rowan entered the bathroom and tossed the soaked towel in the hamper. I did my best not to stare at the hard lines of his chest, at the well-defined muscles there, knowing it would rekindle the heat within me. “Do you want to rinse?” he asked.
Focus, Violet. “Yes, I feel gross.”
His tone was filled with adoration when he said, “You look divine.”
The compliment caught me so off-guard I loosed a tiny gasp. We stared at each other across the bathroom—him shirtless, me completely naked, his cock still visibly hard and tucked into his waistband. I saw his thick head poking out above the elastic, flushed and glistening.
It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and I wanted to wrap my lips around it.
No. This has to be a one-time thing.
“I really should rinse,” I said weakly, and fled into the shower. It was a massive glass enclosure with a rainfall head and multiple jets.For when four people need to simultaneously shower, I suppose.
Hidden among the steam and spray, I let myself breathe. I took a full shower, relishing in the water running down my body. When I rinsed between my legs, I hissed at how swollen and sensitive I still felt. A small part of me wished I’d asked for his cock instead of the toy.
