Chapter 26 - Rowen
You’re mine now, Av.
Words were no longer needed, not when our bodies were doing all the talking. The way her back arched. The way her thighs shook around my hips. The way her eyes were half-open as she moaned and gasped.
She wanted me.
I thrusted deep, making her feel every inch, delighting in the way she fell apart beneath me. Her once heated glare was gone, replaced with need.
“You feel that?” I murmured, shifting until I was grinding deep and slow just to see her flinch. “That’s what surrender tastes like. You can lie to yourself, to me… but you—” I thrusted roughly, savoring the cry that followed, “you were made for me to destroy.”
And I’d do it. Again and again. Until she begged for it.
She was quiet other than the little squeaks she was trying to swallow down. That was fine. Her body was saying everything. It didn’t care that she hated me, only that I was inside her.
I leaned down and kissed her chest. She mewled, and I grinned against her. Fuck, she was perfect like this, shaking under me like she didn’t know whether to moan or cry.
My tongue traced up from her chest to her neck until my lips were by her ear. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
I picked up my pace until her fingers were digging into the ground and her thighs trembled.
“Please…” she begged without purpose, unsure whether she still wanted it to stop or was ready for more.
She was tight around me, on the edge of an explosion. I didn’t rush, though, because I was enjoying the view of watching her trying to hold herself together and failing miserably.
“Let go. Let yourself enjoy the way I feel inside you. It feels good, right?” As if in a trance, she nodded. “Stop fighting it. Don’t pretend you don’t love the way I fuck you. Like you aren’t squeezing my cock right this second.”
Her head fell to the side, and she let out a choked sound, like a moan and a sob got caught in her throat.
Giving herself to me was the last thing she wanted, but she’d give in whether she liked it or not.
I braced myself on one elbow and reached for the nape of her neck with the other. Once I had a grip in her hair, I made her look back at me. Her eyes were shut, but I didn’t care about that. I bit down on her bottom lip, knowing she was hanging by a thread.
“Don’t hold back. Stop trying to punish me. Take what you need. This one's for you, baby. Come on my cock. You can hate me tomorrow.” I dragged my tongue across her lips with a slow, possessive lick. “Forget who I am. Just focus on the way the cock inside you feels.”
That did it.
She seized under me, trembling as she cried out, high and helpless.
I watched her ride it out, watch her fall apart under me as her cunt milked my cock like she never wanted to let go.
I kissed her chest, her neck, her face and smiled.
Because I’d won.
And we both knew it.
When she finished, her body went limp, and her eyes remained closed.
It was my turn now. My thrusts turned erratic, desperate as I chased my own ending. I wasn’t far behind.
“I don’t care that you’re barely awake,” I murmured. “I’m still going to fuck your tight cunt and cover your thighs with my cum.”
She stirred slightly, a frown on her lips. “Row… I can’t—”
“A deal’s a deal, little sis,” I groaned.
My cock pulsed, and I pulled out quickly, wrapping my fingers around it just in time for the pearly strands to coat her thighs. I kept stroking myself long after I was empty, admiring the way her skin glistened with the mess we’d made.
She didn’t move when I stood; she just turned on her side and curled up like she was in bed. Her breathing was soft and even, eyelids fluttering like she’d fallen asleep.
I watched her for another minute. The rise and fall of her chest. The way her lips parted slightly. This was how she was always meant to be—wrecked, ruined, and all mine.
I tucked myself into my pants and gathered her in my arms. Her head dropped to my shoulder, her breath warm and tickling my neck.
I carried her back home in silence. She was out cold, her body trusting me despite her heart wanting to hate me.
She could hate me tomorrow.
Because tonight, she’d sleep in my bed, infusing my sheets with her scent while my arms wrapped around her, our legs tangled together, just as it was meant to be.
In the morning, ready or not, she’d be forced to admit she was exactly where she belonged.
Next to me.