Chapter 26 #3
Enya’s breath hitched as his free hand slid down her spine, his fingers tracing the dip of her waist before gripping her hip again.
“Yes.” The word was barely more than a whisper, but it was all he needed.
His cock throbbed, aching to be inside her, to feel her tight and wet around him, but he forced himself to slow down, to savor this.
To memorize the way her body trembled under his touch, the way her breath hitched when his fingers slid between her thighs, finding her already slick and ready for him again.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he groaned, his fingers circling her clit before sliding lower, teasing her entrance.
Enya moaned, her hips rocking back against him, her body begging for more.
Rowan didn’t make her wait. He pushed two fingers inside her, his thumb pressing against her clit as he curled his fingers to stroke that spot inside her that made her gasp.
“That’s it, darlin’,” he murmured against her ear, his voice rough with need. “Take what you need.”
She did. Her body moved with his, her hips rolling in slow, desperate circles as she chased the pleasure building again inside her.
Rowan could feel her tightening around his fingers, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps, her nails digging into the sheets as she fought to hold on.
He added a third finger, stretching her, preparing her, his thumb never letting up on her clit.
The sounds she made, whimpers, moans, his name gasped from her lips, were driving him insane.
His cock was iron-hard, leaking against the small of her back, the wet spot on his boxers growing with every second.
“Rowan—I can’t—” Her voice broke, her body tensing as her orgasm crashed over her. Rowan didn’t let up, his fingers working her through it, drawing out every last tremor until she collapsed beneath him, her body boneless, her breath coming in shallow pants.
He gave her a second to recover, his lips pressing against the back of her shoulder as his fingers slid free.
The loss of her heat, the way her body clenched around nothing, had him gritting his teeth.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be inside her, to feel her around him, to claim her in a way that went beyond words.
Rowan stripped off his boxers, his cock springing free, thick and heavy with need. He gripped the base, giving himself a slow stroke as he looked down at Enya’s flushed skin, her hair fanned out across his pillow, and her lips still parted from her last cry.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
Mine.
He ripped open the drawer of the bedside table. It came all the way off the rails and landed on the floor with a bang, before he managed to find a condom in the mess of everything now strewn next to the bed. Biting back a moan, he hissed as he rolled it down over his cock. “Turn over for me, Enya.”
The second she was on her back, he pounced, his hands sliding under her knees as he spread her legs, positioning himself between them.
The head of his cock brushed against her entrance, the heat of her making him groan.
“Look at me, Darlin’,” he growled. Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking with his as he pushed inside her, slow and steady, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. “Fu-fuck.”
The feel of her, tight, wet, and perfect, around him was almost enough to make him lose it right then.
He gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into her hips as he forced himself to hold still, to let her adjust to the size of him.
Enya’s breath hitched, her nails scraping down his back as her body stretched around him, her walls fluttering in little pulses that had his vision blurring at the edges.
“You good, Darlin’?” he managed to grind out, his voice tight with the effort of holding back.
She nodded, her hips lifting slightly, testing the movement. “More,” she whispered, her voice raw. “I need more.”
Rowan didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled back slowly, savoring the way her body clung to him, before snapping his hips forward, burying himself inside her again.
Enya cried out, her back arching off the bed, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she clung to him.
He did it again, and again, each thrust deeper, harder, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her gasp every time.
The room filled with the sounds of their bodies moving together.
The wet slap of skin against skin, the creak of the bedframe, the ragged sounds of their breathing.
All of it ramped up the desire that he knew was going to burn down all the walls he used to protect his heart.
He slid his hands under her ass, lifting her slightly, and changed the angle just enough to make her whimper.
His mouth found hers, his tongue tangling with hers as his hips pistoned forward, his cock driving into her with a desperation that bordered on madness.
Enya’s legs wrapped around his waist, her heels locked around the small of his back as she met him thrust for thrust, her body moving with his in a rhythm that was as old as time.
Her nails scored down his back, the sharp points of pain only fueling the fire burning through his veins.
He could feel her tightening around him, her body coiling like a spring, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.
“Come for me, darlin’,” he growled against her mouth, his hand sliding between them to find her clit, his thumb pressing down just right. “I wanna feel you come all over my cock.”
That was all it took. Enya shattered beneath him, her body clenching around him like a vice, her cry muffled against his shoulder as her orgasm crashed over her.
The feel of her, pulsing and milking him, sent Rowan over the edge.
With a groan torn from deep in his chest, he buried himself inside her one last time, and his release hitting him like a freight train.
Pleasure exploded through his veins, his cock jerked as he spilled deep inside her, his own shuddering with the force of it.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing and the way their hearts hammered in sync against each other’s chests.
Rowan pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his fingers tracing lazy patterns up and down her spine as he held her close.
He should move. He knew he should. But the way she fit against him, the way her body still trembled with little aftershocks, made it impossible to let her go.
Enya tilted her head back, her gaze meeting his. There was something soft and vulnerable and his in her eyes that made his chest tighten. “Rowe,” she whispered, her voice wrecked, her fingers brushing against his jaw.
He caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm before tangling their fingers together. “Yeah, darlin’?”
She hesitated, her lips parting like she was searching for the right words. The words faltered on her tongue, her breath hitching as her eyelids grew heavy, the fight to stay awake crumbling under the weight of exhaustion. “Promise me that you’ll be careful.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“‘Kay.”
Rowan felt the exact moment sleep claimed her as her body melted deeper into his, and the rise and fall of her chest slowed, each breath softer than the last, until the rhythm steadied into the deep, even cadence of sleep.
He should move, and he definitely should deal with the mess between them, but with how her cheek was pressed to his chest, and her fingers still curled lightly against his ribs, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
His whole damn world had tilted off its axis, and he had no idea what to do with it.
His lips brushed her temple without thought, lingering just long enough to memorize the way she sighed in her sleep, her body instinctively leaning into the touch.
Mine.
The word settled in his chest like a dangerous and undeniable live grenade.
He glanced at his watch. There were so many things he could have been doing to get ready for the mission, but instead, he found himself counting the freckles dusted across her shoulder, tracing the path his mouth had taken earlier with his gaze.
The marks he’d left there sent a fresh wave of heat through him, followed by a sharp, unexpected twist of guilt.
She wasn’t some fling, no was she just a warm body to get lost in.
Enya had somehow snuck in under his defenses when he wasn’t looking, and that changed everything.
I’ll just rest my eyes for a minute, and then I’ll get up.
Sleep pulled at him, and he wasn’t able to fight it. His last coherent thought was the press of her breath against his skin, the way her fingers twitched once, twice, as if dreaming of him. Then the dark claimed him, too.
“Rowe—shit—sorry.”
Rowan’s eyes flew open at the sound of Gael’s voice. Enya murmured something, her voice thick with sleep, her face nuzzling deeper into the crook of his shoulder.
A knock sounded. “Rowe.” Gael’s voice carried through the door. “You up?”
Rowan exhaled through his nose and forced his body to uncoil. The digital clock on the nightstand read four, seventeen.
Shit.
He was cutting it too damn close. He moved carefully, extracting himself from the tangle of sheets and limbs, being careful not to wake her. He snatched his sweats from the floor, and pulled them on along with a t-shirt.
Thank fuck I keep my cammo in my cage.
Enya didn’t stir, but the sheet had slipped, exposing the curve of her shoulder and the faint, purplish marks his mouth had left there, and his heart clenched.
Fucking beautiful.
Gael knocked again. “Rowe. You gotta move.”
“I’m up,” Rowan answered. He cocked his head to one side and heard footsteps retreating down the hall.
He turned, his gaze snagging on Enya again, tracing the line of her spine where it disappeared beneath the sheet.
For a heartbeat, he considered texting Gael, telling him to go on this mission, climbing back into bed, and staying there.
Gael went last time.
He’s not supposed to deploy, damn it.
Sighing in annoyance, he leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead in the dark. “I’ll see you when I see you, darlin’,” he murmured, his lips brushing the words against her skin.
He shut the bedroom door softly behind him and scrubbed a hand over his face.
Gael was waiting just down the hallway, his posture tense, “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Not a damn clue.”