Page 106 of Hexed & Hazy

There’s a flicker in her eye, and something tells me she wants to torture and tease me, wants to make me come early—which she seems to love doing. But she doesn’t. She lifts her head.

I let out a sigh of relief. Count to ten. Gain my bearings. This won’t end until we want it to end, and judging by the way Rowan looks up at me, she needs more.

“No one’s coming home, right?” I ask.

She shakes her head.

Good. I need to be inside her. This isn’t our last time, I know that, but I need more. We could move to her bedroom, should move there, but I can’t wait another moment. It’s already been too long.

I help her to her feet and lift her with ease, pressing her body against the wall and settling between her thighs.

“I still can’t believe you can do that.” Her fingers trace down my shirt until she pushes it up over my head.

“Shut up. You’re as light as a feather.”

“And you’re ridiculous.”

Our back-and-forth is still so easy, and somehow, it’s the most nostalgic part of this all. Everything slows down. Her lips are swollen and dripping, and she’s never looked more beautiful. Her nightgown bunches up around her thighs, and I tease the head of my cock against her underwear.

We’re lucky I don’t come right then and there.

I brush her hair out of her face and kiss her softly. Instead of filling her, like I so desperately want to, I slip her underwear to the side and rub my fingers against her clit. She sighs into my mouth, and I’m so fucking gone.

“Are you going to let me fuck you?” I press my forehead to hers.

She whimpers and nods.

“Open your eyes.” I rub harder circles on her clit, relishing the soft thrum against my fingertips.

And she listens, her gray gaze meeting mine.

“Are you going to let me make love to you?”

It’s dangerous, too close to admitting the thing I’ve been trying to keep from her, and it’s a wonder Rowan doesn’t pull away.

She nods again.

“Yes. I am.” Her eyes are locked onto mine as she reaches between us and guides my cock into her tight pussy.

I never stop giving her clit the attention it deserves, desperate to make her come—I know I won’t be far behind.

I push my hips, giving her inch by inch. “You feel like home.”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

“I mean it.” Capturing her lips, I whimper, my eyes flickering shut as I rotate my hips, letting her feel everything. “Seriously. I mean it. I⁠—”

The words I want to say—three words—break off as her fingers slip into my shirt, her nails raking against my back.

What comes out instead is a deep, guttural groan. “That’s right. Mark what’s yours. I’m yours.”

“You.” She presses her nails harder, her body shaking as I fuck her slowly, never ceasing my motions. “You’re mine. Fill me. Claim me. Make me yours.”

Each word is punctuated with a whiny moan, and I lose my ability to speak as I stare into her eyes and do exactly as she says. Her walls clench around me, taking it all, and I bury my face into the crook of her neck.

Home.

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