Page 19 of Rowan: His Exception

"No." I grab the hem of my soaked tank and peel it over my head. My bra is thin, white, and completely see-through, my nipples hard, straining against the fabric. "You want me? Then take me. But stop pretending you're doing this for my sake. I'm not some fragile thing you need to protect from yourself. I'm a grown woman who knows exactly what she's asking for."

His eyes drop to my chest.

"Do it, Rowan," I whisper.

He stares at me like I’m speaking a different language.

"Do it," I tell him again, louder this time. "Fuck me, Rowan. However you want, wherever you want. I'm not scared of you. I'm not scared of this."

"You should be."

"Well, I'm not. So either take what I'm offering or keep standing there like some weak-ass pussy."

His control shatters, and he crosses the distance between us in two strides, grabs my face in both hands, and kisses me. His mouth is brutal, demanding, teeth taking my lip hard enough to sting before his tongue drives inside. I moan into it, arching against him, feeling the outline of his hard cock pressing against my stomach through his soaked pants.

His hands drop to my waist, tugging at the button on my shorts, the zipper next. He shoves my shorts down my hips, taking my underwear with them. His fingers are between my legs, finding me slick and swollen, my pussy so needy I gasp at his touch.

"Fuck, baby," he groans against my mouth. "You're already wet for me."

"Since the diner," I breathe, and it's true, God, it's true. "Since you said all those things before we started our hike."

His laugh is dark, "And now?"

"Now I'm begging."

He spins me around, bends me over the dusty table, and I barely have time to brace myself before he's kicking my feet wider, shoving my shorts lower, baring my ass. I hear him undoing his belt, the rustle of fabric, and then his hand is between my shoulder blades, pressing me flat, my cheek against the wood.

"Last chance," he breathes, and I feel the thick head of his cock nudging against my entrance, hot, heavy, and impossibly big.

"Fuck me, Rowan," I gasp. "Fuck me. Now."

He drives into me with one brutal thrust, filling me. I scream out, the sound echoing off the cabin walls. He doesn't stop, doesn't give me time to adjust. He pulls back and slams in again, and again, setting a rhythm that has the table scraping against the floor, my tits bouncing with each impact, my fingers clawing at the wood.

"Is this what you wanted?" he grunts, each word punctuated by a deep thrust that hits something inside me and makes my vision blur. "Is this what you were begging for?"

"Yes," I moan. "Yes, God, yes…"

He leans over me, covering my body with his, his mouth at my ear. "You feel so fucking good," he growls. "So tight. So hot around my cock. Mine, Claire. This pussy is mine. Say it."

"Yours," I breathe. "I'm yours, Rowan. All yours."

He makes a feral sound as if I've unleashed something in him, and then his hand is between my legs again, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing tight circles as he pounds into me. I'm climbing fast, the pleasure building on the edge of pain, it’s almost too much.

"Come for me, baby," he orders. "I want to feel you come on my cock. Now, Claire…"

That’s all it takes for me to shatter.

My orgasm rips through me, violent and blinding. I clamp down on him, screaming his name, my body milking him in rhythmic pulses. He fucks me through it, drawing it out, until I'm trembling and gasping. My body goes limp against the table.

He pulls out suddenly, spins me around, lifts me onto the table's edge. "I’m not done," he growls, and then he's pushing back inside me, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him in deeper. He's kissing me again as the sound of flesh against flesh fills the space around us.

"Touch yourself," he commands against my lips. "I want to watch you make yourself come while I fuck you."

I do as he says, my hand dropping between us, fingers finding my oversensitive clit. The sight of his cock driving into me, of me touching myself, makes him groan louder, makes him fuck me harder, deeper.

"That's it," he breathes. "Rub that pretty little clit for me. Show me how you like it."

I work myself in tight circles, the pleasure building again, even faster this time, impossibly intense. He's watching my face, my hand, the place where we're joined, and the hunger in his eyes feeds into my own, pushing me closer to the edge.