Some part of me wants to tell him I’m not nearly as sweet as he thinks I am, but I’m scared of ruining the moment. Of him leaving. So I say nothing.
Rowan’s lips move to my jaw, where they press slow, leisurely kisses along the length of it. His hot mouth is teasing and gentle in the most torturous way, and I soon find myself wiggling against him.
“Rowan,” I groan, and he chuckles lightly.
“Shh, let me enjoy you,” he says, and I do my best to hold still. “I missed you so much. I’ve only known you for a short period of time, but you were gone, and I didn’t know when you’d come home. And fuck, Eli, I wanted to hold you so badly.”
“I wanted… I wanted to hold you too,” I tell him, and I can feel my skin flushing further at the admission. At the intimacy and the embarrassment of acknowledging my weakness.
“I want you in so many ways,” Rowan mumbles, brushing over my comment easily. “I want to shove you against this wall and fuck into you without any prep, that’s how desperate I am. I want to lie you on your bed and sink my fingers into you slowly, all night, just so I can feel you constantly. That’s how obsessed I am.”
I’m moaning into his neck, hiding myself there. His words feel as good as his touch, and every spoken desire is a promise I want to hold him to.
He begins to speak again. “I want to be on my knees, used up and praying for your touch. Then I can fuck into you soft and sweet, giving you all of me. When I leave here, I don’t want a single inch of my body or soul to belong to myself anymore. I want you to have them—I want you to devour who I am the way I intend to devour every inch of your skin, every sound you make.”
“Oh, fuck.Fuck.” It sounds like I’m pleading, and it takes me a moment to realize I’m grinding myself against him.
“There are so many things I want from you. That I could do to you. From watching you cry, to hearing you boss me around. You drive me fucking crazy, Elijah. Nothing else in my entire life has made as much sense as being with you does.”
“Stop. Fuck, please stop,” I beg, pulling away from his neck to finally look him in the eye. When he sees the beginning of my tears start to fall, he raises a hand to brush them away. “I’m too wound up. Do something, please. Anything.”
“I told you,” Rowan says, running his tongue over my cheek to gather more of my falling tears. “You don’t need to beg me—it’s below you. Tell me, command me. I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Rowan,” I try again, taking in a large breath. “It’s time to touch me now. It’s time to get naked.”
“Whatever you say, Eli.”
He turns toward my bedroom, kicking off his shoes by the couch. I’m following behind him; my hand interlocked with his as he guides us.
My entire body is thrumming with excitement, with nervous energy, with unfiltered desire and need. As soon as we makeit into my room, Rowan pulls his hoodie off, and he’s wearing nothing underneath.
Miles of smooth, toned muscle are revealed to me by the second, and I find myself dizzy at the sight. He is soon pulling his sweats and boxers off as well.
I want to run my tongue all over him. I want to taste him as thoroughly as he has tasted me. But the look in his eyes tells me tonight might not be the best night for that—he looks ready to ripmeapart.
There will be nothing left of me by the time he is done playing with me, and that thought in and of itself has me crying once again.
Rowan is standing in front of me, sliding my t-shirt over my head and tossing it aside. His fingers slide into the waistband of my joggers and briefs before he’s pulling them down simultaneously, revealing my desire to him.
I kick the fabric away when it pools around my feet, and Rowan falls to his knees as if it’s instinct, as if he’s been waiting for the opportunity to return to this exact spot—to return to where he belongs. Home.
“Elijah,” he whispers, kissing softly at my thighs in slow, sensual intervals.
I’m shaking where I stand before him, my fists clenched at my sides.“Y-yeah?”
“You’re so incredibly beautiful. When I considered that you might not return to me, I replayed that first night in my bedroom over and over again in my head. And in doing so, I fully convinced myself that you are actually an angel. That I had foolishly lost such a precious creature.”
“And now?” I ask, my voice doused in insecurity and fear.
What does he think of me now? What is he seeing from where he is kneeling before me?
“And now I am reassured that I was right. That somehow, I’ve managed to recapture you. You areeverything, Elijah. You are beauty and light and happiness. The sun when it rises and stars that guide me home. I intend on keeping you to myself forever. I hope you understand that.”
The finality in his voice, the awe of his tone, and the way he’s caressing me so lovingly—all combined, these things are overwhelming me in the best way.
I watch him gaze at me, and I observe his expression as it offers me devotion and safety. My dick twitches where it stands hard and wet before him.
“Do it then,” I whisper, and Rowan grins widely.
