It makes my blood pump faster. Gods, how I feel the same. I need him. Badly.
After coating himself with lube, he slides the blunt head against my opening and presses in, slowly. The pain of his girth stretching me is rapidly replaced with something else—something I’m certain I’ve never felt before. It burns inside me, spreading out to my fingers. I groan his name as I bear down.
Rowen bottoms out in one deep thrust, hands digging into my hips before pulling out. “I can’t—shit, I can’t stop.”
I reach back, silently telling him I don’t want him to.
He slams in, hitting every nerve, and I bury my face in the mattress to cry out. “Yes! Oh, fuck.”
His deep growl seems to vibrate through me, and a strange mewling sound pours from me as I drive back. It seems to awaken something in Rowen. He fucks harder. The air becomes thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Skin slapping against skin.
He leans over me, curling one arm around my middle. His hot breath ghosts across my skin.
“You feel so good.” His voice is raw, movements barely in control.
When he kisses my shoulder, that strange burning sensation flows through me again, becoming a coiled knot behind my ribs. It vibrates before snapping back, as though it were stretching through my ribs, towards Rowen. His hold on me tightens, breath hitching, and his movements stutter.Is he feeling it too?
His pace slows, lips grazing my shoulder with surprising tenderness.
I reach for his hand, threading our fingers together. The words slip out before I can stop them. “You’re mine.”
I don’t even know where it came from—from the stress of the night, from our reunion, who knows. But I mean it with every cell in my being. Rowen ismine.All mine.
Rowen groans against my skin, and his blunt teeth sink into the curve of my neck, hard enough to cause pain. I gasp and pull away, but he holds me tight.
Rowen buries himself to the hilt as his cock pulses. A moment later, pressure fills my ass.
I lift my head, alarmed. “Rowen.”
His hold loosens, but he never lets go. The pressure grows. And grows.
“Ro—”
“I’m knotting,” he whispers in disbelief.
Knotting? As in, his penis is swelling? Oh, gods.
I look over my shoulder, but his dazed, lust-drunk expression offers no comfort—eyes wide, pupils blown, mouth open. He looks like his orgasm is taking him somewhere far, far away. He drops his head to my shoulder with a shuddering gasp. “That’s—Holy shit.”
The pressure hits my prostate, becoming deeper… and deeper. My toes curl from the intensity, and I arch my back, gripping his hand hard. “Rowen!”
I rock my hips without meaning to, instinct kicking in. Rowen grunts a low “Mine”before his lips find mine in a brutal, claiming kiss. His large hand curls around my cock and pumps. I fall over the edge within seconds.
As we come down from the high, Rowen’s arms shake and his kisses become softer. We pant against each other’s lips—a mix of shock and elation. The swollen tip in my ass hasn’t lessened any, but our strength is gone.
He urges me to lie on my side, and curls in behind me.
When Rowen can finally breathe, he says, “This has never happened before.”
I look over my shoulder. “Ever?”
He shakes his head.
“How long before you… you know, go down?”
“I don’t know. Ten minutes? Twenty?”
Twenty more minutes of that pressure on my prostate? I whimper.
