Chapter 29 #2
I lower my mouth to hers, kissing her soft and slow while my hand slides between her thighs. She’s soaked, her body trembling beneath my touch as I circle my thumb over her clit. Her hips buck against my hand, seeking more pressure.
“Easy,” I murmur against her lips.
I slide one finger inside her, moving slowly and giving her time to adjust. Her breath hitches, her eyes fluttering closed as I add a second finger, stretching her gently.
“That’s it,” I whisper, pressing kisses along her jaw and down her throat. “You’re doing so good.”
Her hands clutch my shoulders as I work my fingers deeper, curling them to find that spot that makes her gasp. When I find it, her back arches off the bed, a broken moan escaping her lips.
I withdraw my fingers and position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick heat. “Tell me if I hurt you. Promise me.”
She nods, her fingers threading through my hair. I push in slowly, reveling in the way she tenses around me. She’s so fucking tight, gripping me like a vise, and I have to grit my teeth against the urge to drive all the way in.
“Breathe, baby,” I whisper, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
Every instinct in my body is screaming at me to claim her, to bury myself to the hilt, to make her mine in every way possible. But this is Violet. My Violet. I’d rather die than hurt her.
She winces, and I freeze immediately. “Are you okay?”
“Mmhmm.” She nods. “Don’t stop.”
I push forward with aching slowness. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life.
Her body takes me perfectly, inch by inch.
I finally drive forward with one last careful thrust. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, a small cry escaping her lips.
I still completely, buried to the hilt. Her chest rises and falls rapidly beneath mine, her eyes wide.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice strained from the effort of holding back.
“It’s…a lot,” she whispers. “But good. Really good.”
I press my forehead to hers, our breaths mingling in the small space between us. “You feel incredible, Violet. Tell me when you’re ready for me to move.”
“Now,” she breathes.
I draw back slowly, then press forward again. The small furrow between her brows smooths out, replaced by a look of pleasure as I start a gentle rhythm.
“That’s it,” I encourage, kissing her softly.
Her legs wrap around my waist, drawing me deeper with each thrust. The sound she makes, so soft and wrecked, goes straight to my spine. I slide my hands to her hips, gripping hard and anchoring her to me as I drive into her again.
“Rowan,” she gasps, her back arching as I hit a spot that makes her eyes widen. “Oh god.”
I adjust my angle, hands locked on her and thumbs pressing into her skin as I make sure I find that sweet spot every time. Her breathing turns frantic, and little broken moans escape her throat. Her legs tighten around me, pulling me closer as her fingers dig into my back.
I lower my lips to her ear, my voice dropping to a growl. “You have no idea how fucking good you feel wrapped around me like this.” I groan, nipping at her earlobe. “So tight for me.”
A soft whimper escapes her throat as her nails dig deeper into my skin.
“You like that?” I ask, my movements becoming more deliberate. “You like hearing how perfect your pussy feels?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“I’ve dreamed about this,” I continue, rolling my hips in a way that makes her back arch. “Dreamed about making you come all over my cock, hearing you scream my name when you fall apart.”
Her cheeks flush crimson, but the way she tightens around me tells me everything I need to know. My words are affecting her just as much as my touch.
“You’re mine now, Violet,” I growl, one hand sliding between us to find her clit. “Say it.”
“I’ve always been yours,” she whispers, her voice breaking as my fingers press against her sensitive bundle of nerves.
I increase my pace, driven by her gasps and the way her body responds to every touch. Her thighs begin to tremble, her breathing growing ragged. She squeezes around me, and fuck, she’s right on the edge. Exactly where I want her and as desperate for me to give her what she needs as I am.
“Let go for me, baby,” I urge, circling her clit with more pressure. “I’m fucking dying to feel you come.”
Her eyes lock with mine, wide and filled with trust. It’s that look—the raw vulnerability in her gaze—that nearly undoes me.
“Rowan!” she cries out as the first wave of her orgasm hits her. Her inner walls clench around me, pulsing rhythmically as she falls apart.
The sight of her flushed, breathless, and completely lost in pleasure pushes me over the edge. I bury my face in her neck, groaning her name as I follow her into oblivion, my hips stuttering against hers as I empty myself inside her.
For several long moments, we stay like that, tangled and breathless, my weight held carefully above her. I press soft kisses to her shoulder, her neck, her cheek.
“You are unreal, Violet.” I capture her lips with mine. “So good for me.”
When I finally pull back to look at her, her eyes are shining with unshed tears.
“Hey,” I whisper, immediately concerned. “You okay?”
She nods, a smile breaking through despite the wetness in her eyes. “More than okay.” Her fingers trace the line of my jaw with a tenderness that makes my chest ache. “That was…”
“Perfect,” I finish for her, pressing my forehead to hers.
I carefully pull out, both of us wincing at the sensitivity. I dispose of the condom in the bathroom and grab a damp washcloth. When I step back into the room, Violet’s watching me with heavy-lidded eyes, a soft smile playing at her lips.
“Let me take care of you,” I murmur, gently spreading her thighs.
She tenses, a flush creeping up her neck. “Rowan, you don’t have to—”
“I want to,” I say firmly, meeting her gaze. “Let me do this for you.”
She nods, relaxing back against the pillows as I carefully clean between her legs with the warm cloth. She winces slightly, and guilt twists in my gut.
“Did I hurt you?”
“A little,” she admits. “But in a good way.”
I press a kiss to her inner thigh. “I’ll get you some ibuprofen. And water. You need to stay hydrated.”
She laughs softly. “You’re being very serious about this.”
“Because you’re important,” I say, tossing the washcloth aside. “The most important thing in my life.”
Her fingers brush against my hand. “Then get it in a minute. Right now, I just want you to hold me.”