I’m nowhere near coming down from my high when he flips me over onto my stomach with effortless strength. His hand presses between my shoulder blades while the other grips my hip and pulls me up onto my knees.
“Violet,” he groans, but there’s a pause. “Are you still good with this?”
I bite back a moan, tilting my head to the side so he can see my answer in my eyes. “Yes,” I manage, my voice trembling with the aftershock of what he’s already done.
A slow smile curls at the corner of his mouth. “Good,” he mutters. “Tell me, baby… How’s my pretty pussy after last night? Can you take more?”
Heat floods me all over. My chest, my thighs, the low pull between my legs. Every nerve in my body hammers awake.
“I’m a little sore but…the good kind. I want you, Rowan.”
“Thank fuck,” he says, voice rough. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
His hand slides down the curve of my spine, resting at the top of my ass. “Look at you,” he growls. “Perfect.”
His thumb drags lightly over my skin, just enough to make me squirm. “You know I’m not here to hurt you, right?” His tone hardens, but there’s a thread of care in the roughness. “If anything’s too much, if it ever feels wrong, you tell me to stop. Got it?”
I nod, heart hammering. “Got it.”
A slow, approving grin tugs at his lips. “Good. Because I want to see how far I can push you.”
Without warning, his hand comes down on my ass with a sharp crack that startles a cry from me. The sting blooms into a heat that radiates through my entire body.
“Too much?”
I shake my head, pressing back against him. “More.”
His palm connects again, the impact harder and sending a jolt of pleasurable pain that makes me gasp. He rains down three more in quick succession, each one making me cry out, my fingers twisting in the sheets.
“You take it so well,” he praises, his voice thick with approval. “Such a good girl for me.”
The blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He’s bigger than I remembered from last night, thicker, and my body tenses instinctively.
“Easy,” he breathes, his free hand sliding up my spine in a soothing caress that contrasts sharply with the sting radiating across my backside. “Breathe for me.”
I draw in a shaky breath, forcing my muscles to relax. He waits, patient despite the tension I can feel thrumming through his body.
Then he starts to push forward, and?—
He stops abruptly, cursing under his breath. “Fuck. Hold on.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask, twisting to look at him over my shoulder.
His hand stalls mid-reach toward the nightstand. “Condom.”
“I don’t want one.”
His brow furrows, confusion and concern warring in his expression. “Violet, we talked about this. I’m not taking chances with?—”
“I’m on birth control,” I remind him. “And you said you’re clean.”
His eyes darken, jaw clenching as he processes what I’m saying. “You’re sure?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I want to feel you. Just you.”
He moves to grip my hip while his other hand slides up my spine to the back of my neck, pressing me down until my cheek is flat against the mattress. “I’m going to fuck you now, Violet. Hard.”
With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside me to the hilt. I cry out, the sudden fullness overwhelming. My body struggles to accommodate him. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, pulling back only to slam forward again, setting a brutal pace.
