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“I know, mouse, but you like it, don’t you?” My hands tighten instinctively against his thighs as I look down at him stretched out beneath me, flushed and trembling in the low amber light, and something about the sight hits deep enough to stir something ugly and possessive inside me.

Rowan shoots me a glare, cheeks burning red. “You’re unbelievably full of yourself.”

“I know. Yet here you are.”

I trail my mouth lower, kissing down the line of his sternum as I murmur, “You really have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

Rowan’s chest stutters beneath my hand, every small reaction only making me linger longer.

“That sounds like a you problem,” he mutters, though the words come out thinner than he clearly intended.

“Really? You still planning to pretend you don’t like this?”

Rowan turns his face harder into the pillow with a frustrated sound, his hips rocking into my palm anyway. “I hate that you keep noticing things.”

The band pulses amber against his wrist as I drag my thumb over him. “Your heart’s losing its mind for me, little mouse.”

“Don’t do that,” he gasps.

I lean down beside his ear again, kissing along the side of his neck while I keep my hand moving over him, and every shaky breath and helpless little movement beneath me only makes me take my time.

I release him at last and crawl over him on all fours instead, caging him beneath me while his breathing breaks apart into rough, uneven sounds and my hips settle close to his mouth.

“There’s my pretty little mouse," I murmur, dragging my mouth along his hip. “Trying so hard not to fall apart for me.”

“Wh-what are you doing?” he gasps, his voice trembling with a new kind of panic.

“Gonna taste you now,” I growl.

I gather spit in my mouth and let it fall onto him, the wetness making him shiver. Then I shift lower between his thighs, closing my mouth over the head of his cock once again.

Light. He tastes fucking perfect.

The second my tongue swirls around his crown, Rowan makes a sound I’ve never heard from him—a wrecked sob of shock. He tries to scramble away, fingers clawing at the headboard, but I catch him around the hips and haul him back into place.

“Stay,” I growl.

When I look at him, he’s staring at my cock and my flushed face before he hesitantly reaches out, wrapping both hands around it.

“That’s it, baby,” I grunt out. “Just do what I do. Oh, fuck yeah.”

A groan is all the reply I get from him.

But Rowan is all I crave.

I pull the crown into my mouth, swiping my tongue around the tip before I suck hard.

Rowan’s raw noises of pleasure hit my ears, but then they get muffled because he does the same with my cock. His movements are more exploratory, but I feel every bit of his hunger as he nearly sucks my soul through my crown.

His precum floods my mouth, and I nearly drown in the salt and heat of him.

Fuck, is he this wrecked because he’s taking me, or because I’m taking him, or both? The answer is irrelevant.

I swallow him deeper, licking and teasing his balls as I work. I expect Rowan to take it slower since he’s new to this, but that isn’t his way. He’s fierce to a fault. It shows when he mimics me, taking my length down his throat. Naturally, he coughs and chokes around it.

“Easy, mouse,” I murmur against his length, kissing along it. “I know you have that ferocity in you, but you need to train the gag reflex. Relax for me, yeah? Open as wide as possible.”

He licks my tip, and I grunt, my spine locking upright. Then he slowly takes me in again.