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CHARLEE
I should push him away.Instead I cling to him, allowing him to kiss me with all the passion he has for us when we’re in the bedroom. The bedroom has never been a problem for us. It’s the one place I know I have all of my husband's attention. It’s also the one place I always feel desired when it comes to my husband.
“Charlee. Sweetheart,” he groans my name as he lifts me. My feet leave the floor. He pins me to the nearest wall. “Get me out,” he orders. A rush of excitement fills me. It always does when Rowan turns into his dominating self in the bedroom. My body falls under his control. There is no stopping it. I go for his belt, freeing his cock. Memories of our wedding night flash through my mind.
We were so desperate for each other that we’d barely made it back to the hotel suite that night. I’d still been in my wedding dress when he slid inside of me, making me his wife in every way. I’ll never forget that.
Rowan was angry with himself for taking my virginity that way. I hadn’t cared. The way his control shatters for me is one of the reasons I’d fallen in love with him so quickly. It’s crazy how fast things can change. But I don’t want to think about that now; I want to focus on this moment. This could be the last time I make love with my husband.
“Always ready for me,” he says when his fingers dip into the front of my panties to grab a hold of them. I grip his shoulders as he yanks them from my body. A second later, he’s thrusting inside of me.
“Rowan!” I gasp as my body tries to adjust to his massive size. My Rowan is big everywhere. He’s a force to be reckoned with.
“Fuck, you’re always so damn tight. Should have eaten you first.” I close my eyes, trying to fight back my emotions. My sex contracts around his cock, wanting him to move. He holds me pinned to the wall with his cock deep inside of me.
“That’s what happens when you’re not having sex on the regular.” I can’t stop the tart reply from slipping past my lips. Oh, we still have sex on occasion when Rowan slips into my room. I could never tell that man no when he got his hands on me, but it’s been a few months. Four very long months. My eyes fly open. “Fuck me or put me down,” I challenge.
My words shock both of us. I’m not a prude. Well, not so much anymore. A lot of my shyness slipped away during our first year of marriage. When your husband makes love to you like he can’t get enough, it helps with that. Rowan also tends to have a very dirty mouth. Or he had.
“Oh I’ll fuck you,wife.” He pulls almost all the way out of me.
“Don’t call me—” My words are cut off when he thrusts all the way back inside of me. A moan leaves me instead as he starts to pump in and out of me.
His thrusts are almost brutal, but I welcome every single one of them. The Rowan of our first year of marriage is coming through. The one I had fallen head over heels in love with. I’m getting a glimpse of that possessive man that could never get enough of me. But I know better than to hope that this side of him will stick around. Believing that will only lead to disappointment.
“Miss you,” he grits out between thrusts. My heart flutters in my chest. Why can’t he say those things to me when he’s not inside of me?
My orgasm is already building. It’s been too long. No matter how many times I try to get myself off, it’s never the same as what Rowan can do to me. The man owns my body. I think he even will after the ink is dry on the divorce papers.
He grips my hips, lifting me and angling my hips to hit that sweet spot inside of me. “Rowan!” I cry out his name when the orgasm slams down on me. I cling to him as the pleasure rolls through my body in waves. He groans my name as he spills his own release deep inside of me.
He buries his face in my neck as he thrusts a few more times. More of his seed spills inside of me. Neither of us move as we try to catch our breath. Some of his release slips out, spilling down my thighs.
When he starts to kiss my neck, I begin to drift back down to reality. I release my hold on him. I was pretty much clinging to him. I let my legs drop. Rowan stiffens for a moment before he shifts, letting his cock slip free of me.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, setting me back down on my feet. I hate the question.
“Does it matter?” His head jerks up, his eyes locking with mine. It’s a low blow. I know Rowan would never intentionally want to hurt me. Somehow, he still manages to though.
“Charlee. I’d never want to hurt you.”
I shake my head. “No,thatdidn’t hurt. In fact, that’s the best thing you’ve done to me in a while.” I smooth my hands down my dress, righting it the best I can.
“Charlee—”
“You didn’t use a condom,” I blurt out. It’s a ridiculous thing to say, and I know it, but I’m poking.
“When have I ever used a condom?”
“You know I’m not on the pill. It messes with me.” I’d told him that before we got married. He told me it didn't matter. That he planned on knocking me up anyway. That never did happen. I should be happy about that since we’re now about to get divorced, but I’m not.
“You’re my wife. I don’t need a damn condom.”
“I don’t know what you’ve been up to. Or who you’ve been up to it with.” The second the words are out of my mouth I know I went too far. Rowan isn’t a cheater.
I’m poking again. I’m not sure why. It’s not my nature, but I can’t control it at this point. I’m always a pleaser when it comes to him. I adored doting on him. I hate fighting, but for some reason I’m itching for one now. I shouldn’t be. I came here to get the papers signed.
Liar!My heart and brain scream together at me.
