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He hooks one leg higher around my waist, then reaches behind him with trembling fingers, fumbling for the oil before probing carefully at the entrance of my own heat. Fuck me, this guy just keeps on surprising me.

I tense, breathing heavily, but I don’t stop fucking him deep and hard. I don’t want him to stop either.

“Does this feel good?” he asks.

I nod, going into a frenzy as he thrusts his finger into me, curling it just enough to snap my remaining restraint.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan. “I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

I hit his favorite spot one last time, driving home with every ounce of weight I have. I’m so fucking close. I jerk him at the same speed to match my thrusts, feeling his cock pulse as he moans and shivers under me.

“Z-Zoryan…” he mewls, and that’s fucking it.

I explode, spilling inside his ass while my back arches in violent jerks, vision tunneling until there is nothing but the feel of his tight, clenching walls and his pulsing cock.

Ropes of cum coat my hand as he writhes and moans, but all I can hear is him calling me his fucking prince.

I guide him down onto his stomach, one hand sliding along his spine as he settles against the sheets. He makes a soft sound, boneless and exhausted, turning his face into the pillow while I follow him down.

Pressing a kiss to one shoulder, then lower, I take my time tracing the line of his back. I press a kiss on both his ass cheeks, then slowly pull out and stare in awe at the sight in front of me.

Fuck me, I could get addicted to that view.

“No longer a virgin, mouse,” I rasp, my thumb dragging through the mess I’ve made. I want to taste it, want him to taste me, want this moment to never end, but then Rowan turns over his shoulder with hooded eyes and lashes clumped wet, tears mixed with sleep.

“No longer a virgin.” He smiles, then yawns, long and drawn-out.

I grab my shirt from the floor, use it to wipe his gorgeous ass clean, then carefully roll him onto his side under the sheets.

“I’m not made of silk,” he clips.

I chuckle. “No, you’re not, mouse.”

But you’re special anyway.

“I’ve gone and ruined you for anyone else. You’re stained with me now. Every inch of you.”

I wrap my arm around his shoulder and spoon him from behind, sniffing his throat and hair, leaving a trail of kisses on his nape.

He sighs, satisfied, his entire body shivering with it, and I smile against his golden hair.

I pull him tighter against my chest beneath the tangled sheets, feeling him melt there like he belongs, and one terrifying thought settles deep into my bones.

Innocent, guilty, dangerous, I don’t fucking care anymore.

Because I’m never giving him back.

22

ROWAN

Imust have drifted off, because when I wake up, moonlight trickles through the trembling curtains. The storm has eased, by the looks of it, but the wind is still there.

For a moment, I’m paralyzed, wrapped in a haze I can’t shake.

Ciaran’s face is buried against the side of my neck, his breaths slow and warm against my skin, one arm draped across my waist.

I can’t believe I let him fuck me.