Chapter 9 #2
“Just you,” he breathes and it’s salt on the wound with his hand around on his cock—an impressive one I never thought I’d like. Dicks aren’t that pretty, or at least they aren’t usually. But one thing about Rowan Asher is, he has a pretty perfect dick.
Skillfully, and not thinking much of it, I turn onto my stomach, lifting my hips.
The action pulls a deep groan from him. I wiggle to torture him further.
The mattress shifts as he gets on his knees and I look over my shoulder to find eyes with a hurricane in them, watching me.
His hands grip my hips and lift me until I’m on my knees, my back arched as far as I can go.
“Fuck, Natalia,” he groans, his hands palming my ass. “I’m never coming back from this. From you.”
I’m never coming back from this either. No chance.
I’ve imagined what a nonsensical night like this would be like—him and I together, naked.
Him fucking me, me fucking him. I never let my imagination take it too far, because then the damage would have been irreversible.
Just like after tonight. Irreversible damage inflicted by Rowan Asher. Sex with Rowan Asher.
I look over my shoulder just in time to catch the primal gleam in his perfect blue eyes and my body shudders when they snap to mine. Breathing heavily, his lips part and he presses his cock against my folds before it prods at my entrance.
“Shit,” I hiss. I can’t tell him how perfect I think he is, or how perfect this is even though we haven’t gotten there because he’ll just gloat, and I’ll never live it down. But shit.
Rowan smirks and I try to get him inside me with a hard thrust of my own, but he pulls back. The act alone coaxes a groan out of me, and his hand slaps across my ass. “Rowan,” I moan, my body launching forward.
His hand wraps around my hips, pulling me back until I feel his cock prodding against my entrance. “Natalia.”
I rock backward until his tip is nearly pushing past my entrance, the anticipation of him inside me makes my bones weak, my head hanging forward. “What?”
“Are you still sure?” There’s a gentle squeeze at my hips.
“Yes, Rowan,” I moan, pressing back to feel his tip inside me, pushing in just enough. “Don’t be so sentimental.”
Rowan sniffs a laugh but it doesn’t sound right. I look over my shoulder again and his eyes are down, no doubt right where our bodies are about to merge. There’s a look in his eyes I don’t recognize, the ocean blue turning into midnight.
“Rowan, just fuck me.” I exhale shakily. “I want this. I want you.”
His eyes flit to mine, his lips part, and his naked body comes over mine. His beautifully large hand comes around and wraps around my throat, pulling me up onto my hands, my back arching even further.
I turn my head and my nose bumps his, our parted lips grazing against each other, and he finally slams into me.
“Fuck, yes,” I gasp, on the verge of tears and feeling him in my stomach. How my body is accommodating him, I don’t know. I feel myself stretched around him, and he’s doing me the courtesy of moving slowly, barely an inch out before he’s back in. A gentle rock of his hips.
“Shit, Natalia,” Rowan growls, his hands firm and burrowing into my hips. “You’re so fucking wet.”
He pulls out slowly, enough to feel empty, then slams back in. I gasp and my back arches further. Then he does it again, and again, and again.
I look over my shoulder, moaning and enjoying the sound of our skin slapping together. I find his head tilted and his eyes on where our bodies join. His eyes flit to mine.
“I think you get off on pretending to hate me,” Rowan says, his hands on my ass, spreading me for his view. “Pretending you don’t feel this.”
“I’m not pretending,” I moan, my fingers curling and fisting the comforter.
“No?” He leans over me and bites my shoulder. “Tell me you hate me, Natalia.”
“I hate you.”
He slams into me harder.
“You don’t sound like you do.”
“I hate you,” I moan.
“Say it like you mean it, sweetheart.” Slam. “Then maybe I’ll believe it.”
“Fuck, Rowan, shut up and fuck me,” I practically scream and begin thrusting back against him harder, feeling him so deep.
“Fuck, just like that,” he growls. “I can hear how wet you are.”
The sound of skin slapping grows louder, echoing around us in harmony with our moaning, my cries, and the erotic sound of his cock moving in and out of me.
But with the next sound of slapping, my body lurches forward with the feel of a sting against my right ass cheek.
Rowan’s hand around my hip keeps me back against his body.
He does it again, and I cry out. “Rowan…yes.”
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he purrs. “You like that?”
My head burrows into the bed as I look over my shoulder, biting into my lip and nodding frantically. “Mhhm.”
Then his left hand meets my left cheek and I clench around him, pleasure zinging through me, despite my clit lacking attention. “Rowan.”
“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” he purrs. “I’ll give you anything.”
“I—I need…” Oh god, he doesn’t stop with the relentless thrusts, fucking me into oblivion. “I need…Touch me.”
His hips slow, and his hands soothe the sting on my backside before his fingers dance up my curved spine. His left hand cups my left breast, and his right hand splays against my lower stomach. Both hands work to pull me up, my back to his chest.
“Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
Me too. Except not just this—him.
I swallow that down and twist, searching for his lips. “Rowan.”
“Come on my cock, sweetheart,” he purrs, and I fall forward on my hands, my back arching and his hand gripping my waist again while the other rubs my clit.
“Oh my god, Rowan,” I nearly scream. “Fuck, yes.”
“Damn it, Natalia,” he groans. “Look at you—face down, ass up, and all of it for me. Fuck, sweetheart, no one else but me is fucking you ever again.”
Even in my haze of the oncoming orgasm, I huff, “For now.”
His hands at my waist tighten, bruising and claiming, and his hips thrust harder. Faster. Pleasurable pain as I feel him so deep inside of me that I know he’s right—I’ll never get him out.
“No, sweetheart,” Rowan husks. “Me.”
My only reply is a whimper and a nod, agreeing because he’s right. My teeth cut into my lip to keep from screaming and my only thought while seeing the hottest territorial look in his eyes is, How are you going to ruin this too, Natalia?
Please don’t ruin this, I beg my mind.
I’m going to anyway, it says back.