I’m panting beneath him, and unbelievably, my dick has begun to harden again. It normally takes me at least twenty minutes to get it back up—but not with Rowan, apparently.
“Do it,” I hear myself say, and Rowan seems just as shocked at my words.
“No. You don’t understand; I want to scar you. I want to bite you and make you bleed and cry so that you can’t forget me. That’s… a lot more than a hickey, Eli.”
Rowan’s gentle hands run over my hair, playing with stray curls as he gazes down at me.
Something in his eyes tells me that he hopes I’ll insist again anyway. Luckily for him, I don’twantto forget him. Even when he’s gone—I want to remember.
“Do it,” I repeat, and Rowan makes me sit with that request for a moment before he nudges the head of his cock against my entrance again.
“Say it one more time. Command me. Demand it from me.”
I lock my ankles behind his back, keeping his face in my hands.“Bite me, Rowan. Make me bleed.”
Rowan closes his eyes, inhaling loudly as he works through whatever is causing his mind to race a mile a minute.
“Are you ready?” he finally asks, those green eyes opening to meet mine, and I know he’s asking if I’m ready for more than his bite.
“Yes,” I say, tightening my hold on him. He grins.
Rowan dips his head to my chest, finding his spot over the meat at the top corner of my right pec. Then, as he sinks fully into me with one singular thrust, he buries his teeth beneath my skin.
The combination of the two provides me with no pleasure.
It’s a hot, searing pain on both ends, and I can feel my dick soften to half-mass at the sensation. I’m sobbing, heavy tears that follow a sudden, loud scream.
I hear no skin tear; I don’t hear the sound of lube squelching as he pushes into me. Instead, I hear the force of his guttural moan and my own cries. I feel the shaking in his body and the warm flow of my own blood as it escapes from between his teeth.
Rowan has marked me. He has sunk himself into me in more ways than one, and even through the pain, I am happy for it. If this is the last time I am to ever see him, I’d still be happy for it.
I wonder why that is.
Rowan pulls off of my chest, and as I stare at him through tear-filled eyes, I can see my blood on his lips, coating his teeth. He’s bottomed out inside of me, but has yet to move.
“Fuck, oh, fuck,” he groans, and a few drops of his sweat fall from his hair and onto my face to mix in with my tears. “I can’t… I can’t move, or I’ll come. I’m sorry.”
Rowan’s forehead drops to mine, and I breathe him in. The metallic scent of blood, chrysanthemums, and the smell of our sweat.
“It’s okay,” I whisper, rubbing my hands through his hair. “It’s okay.”
“Did… did it hurt?” he asks, and I nod.
“Yes. It hurt badly,” I say honestly, and when he tenses, I let my fingers run down his back. “It was perfect.”
Rowan groans again, slowly pulling from my body only to push back in. He stays just like that: his forehead pressed to mine as he thrusts inside of me with a gentle, tedious pace.
He pants into my mouth, fists clenched at either side of my head.
I think he’s holding himself back—I think he’s overwhelmed with something I can’t name, but I can surely taste on his skin and in every moan that falls from his mouth and lands against my own.
“You feel so good,” Rowan praises, and I can feel him twitch from inside of me. “You tasted so good, too. I can’t even look at it without wanting to come.”
He’s talking about the mark, and somehow that makes me hornier. Rowan feels it too as I harden completely once again, his fists tightening further.
“I want to see,” I say, breathing heavily against each slow thrust. A steady heat is building inside of me, and if I don’t look now, I’ll be the one coming when I see it as this pleasure builds.
Rowan pushes himself up slightly, and I crane my neck down to see the bloody outline of his teeth carved into my chest. Something hot surges through me—something familiar and new all at once.
