Page 111

Knowing what he’s capable of, but having him touch me with such hunger and love, makes me feel special.

He treats me as if I’m a miracle.

He grips my panties and tugs them down my legs, and when he pushes my thighs apart, the mixture of anticipation and nervousness grows in my chest. But then he ducks down, and he licks me from my opening to clit.

Ohhh.

As my eyebrows fly up, Rowan begins to suck, bite, and lick me like he’s been starving and I’m the last meal he’ll ever get to have.

“Sweet mercy,” I moan.

The attention he gives my clit makes my pleasure grow faster than I can handle, and my eyes roll into the back of my head, whimpers spilling from my lips. I’m way too loud, but I can’t stop it.

Ecstasy crashes through me without any other warning, and my back arches off the bed. All I can do is grab hold of the covers while I’m swept up in a wave of pleasure.

Rowan peppers my abdomen and chest with kisses, then he lies down beside me and pulls my leg over his hip. His arm locks around my neck, and I get to use his bicep for a pillow as he holds me in place and once again lays an earth-shattering kiss on me.

Demanding all my attention, he overwhelms me in the best way possible.

My thoughts come to a screeching halt when he pushes his erection through my slit and over my opening. I trail my fingers from his shoulder down to his hand that’s gripping my thigh, and back up again, before resting my palm on his jaw.

Rowan breaks the kiss and says, “Position me at your entrance.”

I reach down between us, and taking hold of him, I guide the head of his manhood to my opening. When he pushes against me, I grab hold of his shoulder, bracing for the pain.

“Relax,” he whispers intimately.

I try, but it’s difficult.

“Look at me.” My eyes snap to his face, and he begins to move with very short thrusts as if he’s teasing me.

It feels really good, and soon the sound of my arousal fills the room, making heat creep up my neck.

“That’s it, drench my cock.”

Jesus.

Suddenly, Rowan pushes the head of his erection inside me, but then he continues with the short thrusts until it begins to drive me wild, and I say, “You can go deeper.”

“Not yet.” His eyes look like the white-blue part of a flame.

The hottest part.

“I don’t want you thinking about how painful your past experience was,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “I want your arousal dripping down my balls and for you to beg me to fuck you.”

Holy crap, he has a filthy mouth in bed.

I’m surprised when it turns me on even more.

As I lean in to kiss his collarbone and neck, my hand moves up and down his arm again, tracing the veins snaking beneath his skin.

It begins to feel a lot like torture when he continues to only give me an inch of his erection. I try to swivel my hips, but Rowan’s hand shoots to my butt, and he holds me in place.

A tremble moves through my body, and only then do I remember he wants to hear me beg.

My eyes meet his, and I give him a pleading look. “Please.”

Satisfaction bleeds over his face, and I’m rewarded with another inch, but then he keeps the thrusts slow, and it makes me feel frustrated and needy and achy and just . . .