As my vision slowly begins to focus again, I become trapped in his predator-like stare in the vanity’s mirror. Everything around us is too much, and all I can see ishim.
“Y-you…” my lips wobble. Tears well in the corners of my eyes, and I let them fall free despite how vulnerable I look.
“That’s right,” he growls. “You belong tome. I took you, and now I’m going to fucking mark you as mine. I’ll own every part of you, Addison. Yourbody, yourmind, and your fuckingsoul.”
It sounds final—heavily cemented in the air around us like a fucked up promise. This could come back to bite me in the ass later, but I’ve never been yearned for. No man has ever shown me the delusional fascination Rowan has, and it’s becoming addictive.
“Are you crying for me, baby?” He asks with a smirk. “You know I love it when you cry for me.”
He punctuates his words by slamming me back down on him without mercy. My core spasms in a way it never has as specks dance in my vision.
There’s a dark chuckle from behind me, and I stare at my reflection in shock as wetness coats Rowan’s legs and the floor.
“You must really like this,” he croons. “Is this your first time squirting, Sunshine? Am I your first?”
My mouth moves without sound before he picks up speed and rocks his hips harshly against mine. Sensory overload rattles my brain, and I’m left reeling as my nails claw at his forearms. He’s feral, grunting as he controls me until his movements become sloppy and unfocused. His rhythm slips before he buries himself deep, and warmth floods my core.
I can’t tell if I’m excited it’s over, or if I want him to keep going. It’s the hardest anyone has ever fucked me, and I don’t know if I want to beg for mercy or praise the heavens for giving this man such an insane dick game.
“Are you okay?” Comes his soft question the moment he gains his composure. He backs us toward the bed before sitting down and unraveling my limbs until I fall back on his chest.
“You fucked the sense right out of me,” I mumble in shock.
He gingerly brushes my damp hair away from my face, feathering light kisses around my temple. “Mhmm. You haven’t eaten all day.”
My brow knits. “Who can think of food at a time like this? Who can think?”
He chuckles against my skin. “We can do your first lesson tonight.”
“Oh, no, no, no!” I smile. “I don’t think I can walk after that. Much less stand for whatever three-course meal you plan to prepare.”
He snorts. “Three courses? That’s not enough after today.”
I turn toward him, struck by how soft his features look in the afternoon light. He stares at me with something tender and cozy in his eyes, and it makes my heart pound. I lift my hand to his cheek, turning him as I tilt my chin up and our lips connect in a slow, sensual kiss.
Sparks fly across my skin, and I let the uncertainty go. It’s hard for me, but with Rowan, it all seems possible. I don’t find myself taking note of the exits or making an escape route. I feel…content.
We part, and I’m the first to break our moment. “I’m not hungry.”
He frowns, making a deep sound of displeasure. “You need water and food. I won’t take any argument on that.”
My eyes narrow. “I know what my body needs.”
“Iced coffee doesn’t cure dehydration, Sunshine.” Hechides.
An iced coffee would really hit the spot right now.
“Don’t even think about it,” he says sternly.
Is he reading my mind?
I sigh. “Carry me, and make me dinner.”
“Is that a command?”
“Yup.” I boop his nose, and he lifts a brow. But he doesn’t complain as he scoops me up and carries me down the stairs.
Chapter Twenty-Three
