I could feel his nails starting to crack open a skin on my face, leaving an intense burn behind.
My mind spiralled, thinking back to my moments with Rowan. It only happened once at school. In the two months we became official, I visited his house five times.
“Answer me!”
“Six,” I blurted. “Six times.”
There was a moment of stillness, just the sound of my unsteady breaths tangling with his heavy pants, and the gentle tick of the clock in the background.
Then I felt the emptiness of his absence, the coldness that came when his warm body was no longer pressed against mine.
When I glanced behind me, he had leaned back to his height, walking away.
“Stand,” he said, leaving no room for protest.
My spine nearly cramped up when I rose to my height. And even if it did, I wouldn’t wonder why. I had been bent over that desk for at least fifteen minutes.
“Elizabeth.” My name sounded rough on his tongue, yet exotic, laced with something sinful. I hated that the sound had effect on me. I hated that maybe soon, it would be only this gruff, cold sound of my name I would prefer.
God, Callan, where are you?
My eyes followed his movements. He walked to the dresser, pulled open a drawer, and searched around until he found ahairband. Then he turned to face me, his hand lifted as he slowly gathered his white locks in his hand.
“I am a very possessive man.” He began slowly as he rolled the frosty hair into a messy bun. “One of my biggest flaws, you might say. When something is mine, I usually preferred it if no one else looked at it, touched it, or even thought of possessing it.”
A lump formed in my throat and I swallowed. I watched as he began to work on his buttons, his dark eyes pinning me down, daring me to blink or look away.
He peeled off his shirt, revealing taut muscles beneath pale skin.
“Maybe I did a terrible job at telling you what it meant when I said you were mine. And I guess that’s on me. But that is going to have to change.”
He took off his pants, leaving him in his boxers, which were also gone in a second, and now he was bare to me, his hard cock springing free.
“Get on,” he said, nodding at the large bed, and my body moved at his command before I had time to think about rebelling, like there was a remote he pressed somewhere and now I answered to his will, not mine.
I lifted one foot after the other, my pulse racing in my ears until I was on the bed. And no matter how hard I tried to keep my gaze on his face, it kept moving to his cock.
I squeezed my eyes shut, but it only made it worse. Memories slammed into me all at once. I felt my walls clench at the ghost of him pushing that thing into me again, just like the last time, knocking air out of my lungs. A rush of fire went straight to my already dripping core. And I tasted bile on my tongue, felt shame like a physical wound.
Why couldn’t I have control over my mind? What was it about his voice, his touch, him that made me this way? This powerless? Weak?
“On all fours,” he ordered, crossing the room to me in slow, intentional strides.
Without protesting, I sat back up, turned around on my knees until my hands were planted on the soft bed, back arched, ass in the air.
The bed dipped in response to his weight as he climbed onto it, a zap of electricity weaving through me when he touched my hip only with a brush of his fingers.
I was busy fighting, but my body had become attuned to him that every little touch, even if it was a slap across the face, made me want to moan.
I glanced sideways, watching him, my lips parted when he ran his palm over my ass, the burn from earlier now a phantom heat beneath his touch.
“As expected,” he hummed, drawing a whimper out of me. My lashes fluttered as the pad of his thumb brushed against my throbbing clit.
“Already soaking wet…” Then his dark eyes cut to me. “…all for me.”
The thump of his finger against my sensitive bub sent a rush of pleasure spiraling deep into my stomach, unravelling me.
“Tell me.” In a velvety voice, he said, his eyes gleaming beneath the frost of his lashes. “You were thinking about my cock while my belt was pelting down your ass earlier, weren’t you? Is that why you are dripping when I haven’t even touched you?”
