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The heat in between my legs was becoming unbearable, and I wanted nothing more than to feel that relief. To get what I wanted and feel complete.
To my luck, Rowan continued his path down my front as he reached the pair of black boxers I had stolen from him.
Looking up at me through his lashes, Rowan was a living, breathing dream. He pressed several kisses to my pelvis while his fingers hooked beneath the waistband and carefully slid them down my thighs, leaving me completely bare.
My belly burned from how badly I wanted him, exaggerated by the longing between our bonds. Like an ache that could only be relieved from the fullness of him, that desire was impossible to ignore.
Rowan’s hands continued to roam while he peppered those affections closer and closer to where I wanted him most.
That tension squeezed within me, aware of how close he was, but not close enough. He was a tease, even if he refused to admit it.
“Please,” I whimpered, wiggling my hips to signal that I needed his touch more than anything. “Rowan, please.”
That slight upturn of his mouth made me squirm, yet his dark eyes had me pinned there.
He was so ridiculously handsome, and I knew I was a sucker for him already.
Choking back a moan, I hardly had the chance to catch my bearings as Rowan’s tongue made its way to my core. He rolled his tongue over my clit without giving me the opportunity to grow accustomed to it. Without letting me relax into it.
He ran the length of my flower, lapping up the nectar he influenced from me. Unrelenting in his exploration, I knew what he was up to. He wanted me to feel so much at once that I had no time to get used to the feeling or to go numb. He wanted me to feel everything he was capable of delivering.
Rowan’s hands clamped against my hips once I began to squirm, finding it impossible to keep still from the intensity of his touch. He worked his tongue so perfectly that I could already feel the tightening in my stomach.
That warmth of my bond seemed to glow even brighter from within me—a sign that he wasn’t just pushing me closer to release but also that he was appeasing my end of the connection.
He was giving me exactly what I wanted, and I couldn’t discredit him for that.
Threading my fingers through his sandy-blonde hair, I was too overwhelmed and drowning in pleasure to believe I could take control of the exchange. I didn’t want to, not when Rowan clearly knew what he was doing.
He groaned into me as I gripped his locks, soaking in the bliss that rained over me. It mounted higher and higher until everything tightened within me, and I couldn’t hold it back any longer.
I cried out at the rush of pleasure, foggy from how amazing it was. I held onto Rowan tightly as he coaxed me through my orgasm, lapping it up affectionately.
My legs trembled from the intensity, and I relaxed on the couch with a sigh.
But I knew better than to think we were finished.
Helping me soak in the bliss from his touch, Rowan kissed up my stomach and returned to my lips, where he placed a kiss so sensual that it took my breath away.
He propped himself up against the arm of the couch while he remained between my legs, letting his hands roam up and down my body.
I was beyond ready for him, feeling that want consumed me all over again.
Impatiently, I pulled his hips into mine, and he groaned into the kiss. Using how pent-up he still was to my advantage, it didn’t take long for his length to reach where I wanted him most.
He rocked his pelvis against mine, allowing him to bask in the mess he made of me. Dropping his forehead into the crook of my neck, he panted with those slow, teasing movements.
The friction made me go wild with desire, so eager I could hardly wait. With my hands sliding up and down his back, I felt the chill that rippled down his spine, delighting in how he reacted to my touch.
Rowan lined himself up without needing to say anything and made that connection so perfectly. I was already keening for him.
Arching away from the couch, I felt blinded by that pleasure. The initial entry triggered every sensitive place within me, and my moans came out breathlessly.
Lifting my hips to accommodate more of him, I was already digging my fingers into his back and demanding everything he had to offer. Rowan muffled his sounds of pleasure into my skin, pausing once he filled me to the hilt.
The stretch of him was enough to make me feral for the perfect orgasm I knew he could give me. He had made me addicted to it, and going even a day without it made me crave it.
We both moaned as he withdrew his hips, only to slide back in. That sickeningly perfect sensation had us both gripping the couch and each other, overwhelmed by how our connection amplified those feelings.
