I capture her lips with mine. The kiss is soft at first, a gentle press of skin on skin, but then her lips part, and the kiss deepens. It’s not a kiss of frantic passion. Not yet. It’s a kiss of reclamation. Of homecoming. Her tongue slowly slides against mine, sending a jolt straight to my cock.
I’m careful with her. My hands ghost over her skin, avoiding the worst of the bruises. I map her body with my fingertips, relearning every curve, every hollow. I trace the line of her collarbone, down the slope of her breast, circling the tight peak of her nipple. She arches into my touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips. It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
Rowan breaks the careful rhythm. Her hands, which have been stroking my back, move down, sliding over my ass and pulling me against her. The motion is insistent. Demanding. She grinds her hips against mine, and the thin cotton of my boxers does nothing to hide the hard, thick length of my cock pressing against her.
“Kiren,” she breathes against my mouth. “Please. I need to feel you.”
My control, a fragile thing at best, shatters. The careful consideration, the gentle reverence, it all melts away under the heat of her need. I need this too. I need to be inside her, to feel her slick heat wrapped around me, to erase every other touch but mine. I need to claim her as mine to protect, to love, and to cherish.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of my boxers and slide them down. I settle between her thighs, my cock resting againsther slick folds. She’s already so wet, so ready for me. The thought sends another throb of desire through me.
I look down at her, at the woman who survived hell and came back to me. At the mother of my child. Her storm-gray eyes are dark, the pupils blown wide with desire. She reaches between us, her fingers wrapping around my shaft, guiding me to her entrance.
“Now,” she whispers.
I push forward, sinking into her tight, wet pussy inch by inch. A groan tears from my throat. It’s perfect. It’s home. I’m buried to the hilt, our bodies joined, our hearts beating in the same frantic pace. I stay there, just feeling her, letting her adjust to my size.
Then I start to move. It’s a slow, deep pace at first. A worship. Each thrust is a promise.You’re safe. You’re mine. I love you.
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, her heels digging into my lower back. Her hands are everywhere, in my hair, on my shoulders, gripping my ass.
The pace quickens. The need becomes more urgent. The room fills with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, with our ragged breaths and soft moans. I can feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, a tight coil of pleasure ready to snap. I reach down between us, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, firm circles.
“Kiren,” she gasps, her back arching off the bed. “Oh, god, Kiren…”
Her pussy clenches around me, a series of tight, shuddering spasms that milk my cock. The sight of her coming undone beneath me, the feel of her juices on my cock, is all it takes. Witha final, deep thrust, I bury myself inside her and let go. Thick ropes of my cum flood her in a hot, possessive wave. I collapse against her, my face buried in the crook of her neck, my body shaking with the force of my release.
My lips are still pressed against the racing pulse in her neck, a frantic drumbeat that sings of life. I’m still buried inside her, my cock a thick, unyielding presence that refuses to soften. The heat of her and the slick, welcoming grip of her pussy, is a grounding force, pulling me back from the edge of rage and grief I’d been teetering on from the moment she was taken.
She’s real. This is real.
A soft sigh escapes her, a sound of pure contentment that makes my chest ache. I lift my head, my eyes meeting hers. They are clear, dark pools of relief and desire. She adjusts her hips slightly, a subtle, grinding motion that sends a jolt of electricity through my already sensitized shaft. I’m still hard as steel, the need for her moving through my blood with a force that refuses to ease.
“I need more,” she whispers, her voice husky. It’s not a question. It’s a statement of fact, a raw, honest admission that mirrors the desperate ache in my own soul.
I don’t answer with words. Instead, I pull out of her with agonizing slowness. Every inch of the retreat is a sweet torment, the drag of her sensitive flesh against mine a promise of what’s to come. I watch her face as I withdraw, her lips parting, her brow furrowing in a mix of pleasure and loss. When the head of my cock finally pops free, she lets out a soft whimper.
I shuffle down the bed, my stubble rasping against the soft skin of her inner thighs. I press open-mouthed kisses there, tastingthe salt of her skin, and the faint scent of our combined arousal. My hands push her legs wider, opening her completely to me. Her pussy is flushed and swollen, glistening with my cum and her own slick wetness. It’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
I look up at her, holding her gaze as I lower my mouth. The first touch of my tongue against her clit is deliberate, a slow, firm swipe. Her hips buck off the bed, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat. I do it again, and again, setting a consistent pace. I want to worship her. I want to erase every trace of the hands that hurt her and replace the memory of pain with an overwhelming tide of pleasure.
My tongue circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing and probing. I flatten it, lapping at her from her leaking hole to her clit, gathering her taste on my lips. She’s tangy and sweet, a flavor that is uniquely Rowan. My hands grip her hips, holding her steady as she starts to writhe, her fingers tangling in my hair, pressing me closer, demanding more.
I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Her back arches, a broken moan filling the quiet room.
“Kiren… God, Kiren…” My name is a prayer on her lips. I redouble my efforts, my tongue working faster, harder. I slide two fingers inside her, curving them to find that rough, sensitive spot. The moment I press against it, she cries out, her whole body tensing.
I fuck her with my fingers while I devour her with my mouth, a relentless, driving combination. Her thighs begin to tremble, her breath coming in sharp, ragged pants. I can feel her getting close, the muscles in her pussy beginning to flutter around myfingers. I suck harder, my tongue a blur of motion against her clit.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, her voice high and thin. “Please, don’t stop…”
I have no intention of stopping. I want to feel her fall apart. I want to feel her fall apart. I want to be the one to shatter her into a million pieces, so that I can have the honor of putting her back together.
With a final, sharp cry, she comes. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers like a vise, a wave of her hot release washing over my hand and chin. I ride out her orgasm, my tongue gentling, and my fingers stilling deep inside her as she shudders and gasps, her body slowly releasing its tension.
I kiss her trembling thighs, her pussy, her belly, making my way back up her body. By the time I’m hovering over her again, her breathing has evened out, but her eyes are still dark with a lingering fire. I line my cock up with her entrance, still slick and ready.
“Again,” she murmurs, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me forward.
