But after a moment, I like it. I moan around his shaft, drinking down every drop. I savor every moment of the precious liquid, knowing that—so I’ve heard—most men can’t get it up a second time.
But I should have known Rowan isn’t like most men. He pulls his rock-solid cock from between my lips, dripping with spittle and come onto the carpet as he takes a step back.
“My turn,” he winks.
My brows pinch together, and then my eyes widen as he takes my hair in his hands, wraps it around his wrist and uses it to slowly pull me to my feet. The motion makes my entire body freeze. I stare deeply into him, needing him more than I’ve needed anything in my life.
I lean forward to kiss him again, to taste his lips, but before I can, he grabs my shoulders and tosses me on the bed. I yelp from the unexpected move, and a sudden slap on my ass yanks a moan out of me.
I’m gasping, clawing the bed sheets with pleasure and agony as he continues to spank the cheeks of my ass. I start to sweat, and the skin starts to sting, but I don’t want him to stop. He is taking me to another place, another dimension, and he isn’t even inside me yet.
“So pretty with my mark on you.”
I bury my head into the thick of the comforter and moan. I want more than a mark. I want a stamp.
I want his brand.
Chapter 17 Rowan
I should stop.
This can’t happen.
It’s already gone too far, though. Her hot mouth around my cock, and my seed pouring down her throat might have been the breaking point of no turning back. I don’t care anymore though. I want her. I’ve wanted her my entire life, I wanted her when she turned her back on me, and I want her right now, ass in the air, red, and glowing with my handprint.
“Rowan,” she moans. “Please.”
I grab her by the hips and flip her onto her back. Her breasts bounce from the momentum, and her face is flushed with a deep burgundy color. I spread her legs wide, and her shiny lips gleam against the low light of the room. The only pussy I’ve ever truly wanted to taste. Finally, in my reach. The sweet, red velvet cake calls to me. Her swollen clit is throbbing, practically screaming at me for attention.
Aw, no need to make her suffer.
I run my hands up the smooth, pale, flawless canvas of her legs. I tease her inner thigh with my thumb until I’m circling her clit. Her back bows off the bed as she cries out from pleasure. The tremble of her legs sinks into the bed, but I feel the rumble beneath my knees.
“Oh, god!” she screams. “Yes, Rowan!”
“That’s right,” I growl, leaning over her withering body to seal her lips in a hard, passionate kiss. I continue my assault on her clit. A gush of fluid soaks her folds, and I know she is close. I knead her breast with my free hand, loving how perfect it still sits in the dip of my palm.
“I want you to fuck me, Rowan,” she gasps. “Please. Please put your dick in me.”
“I don’t have a condom,” I say. “Are you sure?”
She nods her head. “It’s okay; I’m on the pill.”
I grin wickedly, and my cock instantly throbs, knowing it’s about to take her again. But first, I need to finish the task at hand. I pick up my pace, thrusting harder and faster and pinching her nipples and running my tongue all up and down her neck.
Everly wraps her arms around my back and digs her nails deep in the skin, raking them from the neck down as she comes, gushing and squirting into my palm. Her entire body quakes from the aftermath. I run my fingers through her sensitive folds and use her slick as lubricant. I don’t give her time to come down from her orgasm.
And thrust inside her in one smooth, hard motion. For a second, I expect to break through her virginity again, but that smug smirk works its way to my lips. That’s right. I already took it. And now I get to have this sweet candy again.
Thoughts of the past start to creep into my head, of her leaving, of her breaking me, of her ignoring me, and they are enough to make me falter. No, I’m not going to let it stop me. The feel of her is too good to stop now.
I push them aside and pull her closer, wrapping her legs around my waist and start a fast, heavy rhythm. It’s enough to push the negative thoughts away and enjoy the woman, the goddess, the love of my life, moaning underneath me. Right now is all that matters.
I don’t know what will happen when this is over. I know I’m not ready for it to mean more than it is, and right now, it’s just sex.
But also, it’s Everly. It will always be more than sex, but I can’t have more with her at this time. If that makes sense.
Protection. That’s what I have to do. I have to guard my heart, so keeping her at arm’s length is the best I can do right now.
“Rowan!” My name flies out of her mouth in two syllables from every punctuating stroke I am giving her.
“You like my cock, Everly? You want more of it?” A low rumble forms in my chest, a beast in creation, threatening to burst from my skin.
“Always,” she says.
The sun has set over the mountains, casting us in darkness. The only form of light is coming from the bathroom, casting a pale glow on the carpeted floor.
She’s so tight. Everly feels the same, just like the first time. Has she not had any more lovers? The thought of her with anyone else has
