My legs feel a little shaky as I stand up from the tub, but that's probably because I just had my insides rearranged, and I'm not complaining one bit.
"I would love that," I answer as he wraps the towel around my waist and pulls me in for one very tantalizing kiss.
"I love you, Millie," he says when he finally releases my lips.
I don't think I've ever been happier. In this moment, I feel whole and seen for the first time in my life. My scar has been on full display for him this entire time, and I haven't once been self-conscious or even thought about it until now.
Because he is looking atme,he sees me, he loves me.
It's an insanely freeing sensation and one that I am so grateful to be able to experience.
"I love you too, Rowan."
Even now, he isn't looking at it; instead, he is staring intently into my eyes as he pours every ounce of his love into that one look. Even if he had not said the words, I would know just from the way he is looking at me.
"Thank you," I whisper hoarsely, worried I may start crying but also not really caring because I know I'm safe with him.
"For what, baby?"
"For loving me." My lip wobbles a little bit, but I push forward. "For looking past the ugly scar and seeing me."
His throat bobs with unshed emotion as he finally lets his eyes fall down to my chest. I see nothing but adoration and love in his gaze as he examines the scar up close. "There is nothing about you that is ugly, Millie St. James." His fingertip runs along the jagged skin; goosebumps break out across my arms. "Beautiful in every way," he whispers, nothing but reverence in his tone.
He leans down even further and replaces his fingertips with his lips. He takes his time as he slowly makes his way down my scar, peppering every inch with featherlight kisses until he's on his knees in front of me.
I thought weak in the knees was just an expression, but that's exactly what's happening to me right now. I brace my hands on his shoulders to help stabilize myself, but it's a futile gesture because the lower he goes, the more unstable I become.
His lips hit the bottom of my scar; then they go over to one nipple, then the other. He licks and sucks his way all the way down to the top of my pussy.
And oh, holy moly,I see stars as soon as his tongue finds my clit. I grab the back of his head for support as he devours me.
Lick, suck, lick, suck. When he adds one of his fingers, I scream.
"I can't,I can't. Rowan, I can't come again," I moan, desperate for more but also not sure if I can handle more.
"You can and you will." His mouth hums across my sensitive skin and wreaks havoc on my system. The area is sore and tender, but as soon as he replaces his finger with his tongue, my core floods with warmth and a newfound desire to obey his command.
I moan, loud and unabashed.
"That's it, baby. You're so fucking wet."
My ears start to buzz, and I'm pretty sure if it wasn't for his hands around my waist holding me up, I would be a puddle of Jell-O on this bathroom floor.
He works his tongue in and out of me, and frankly, it feels like pure magic, precise and unrelenting, over and over until I'm once again screaming his name.
He hums his praise as I ride out my third orgasm for the night, and when it's over, he stands and hauls me into his arms. When he starts walking toward the bed, I lay my head on his shoulder, thankful for the help because I'm pretty sure my legs are no longer connected to my body. At least it feels that way because I can't feel them at all.
He throws the covers back with one hand while the other still cradles me to his perfectly sculpted and absolutely scrumptious body. I sigh in utter contentment.
As soon as my head hits the pillow, my eyes grow heavy, but I'm not ready to fall asleep. There's something I want to do first.
"We have plenty of time for that later," he chuckles before saying, "Sleep, Daredevil."
My eyebrows pull together in confusion, but not much else moves because this spot feels way too comfy. "Did I say that out loud?"
"That you want to suck my dick?" I can hear the amusement in his voice. I nod my head, and he chuckles once again. "Yes, but not right now. Now we sleep."
Disappointment blooms in my chest that I don't get to reciprocate, and my lips form a little pout.
