Chapter 40 Rowan
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Rowan grunted, both of them breathing heavily as he held her against the castle’s exterior. He grabbed at her thigh, pulling her against him so her clothed center slid against his erection, hard and throbbing.
She gasped, breaking their lips apart. “We shouldn’t do this out here. What if someone sees?” Fear danced in her eyes.
Rowan was sure a Stoneborne had already seen them, likely darting back in the other direction when they saw what he was doing to her.
“You are my wife, Paeonia. I will claim you where I see fit. I’ll turn you around and take you against the glass door for all to see if I want.
” He rocked his hips against her, squishing her against the wall.
She whimpered, clawing at his back as he kept thrusting against her, his cock dragging along her core.
His hand tightened on her thigh, just above her stocking, attempting to stop himself from tugging her undergarments to the side and pushing into her.
Her eyes widened when he heaved her legs up and apart, so she no longer touched the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him when he dragged his mouth back to hers. She moved in sync with him like she had always known how to kiss.
Paeonia squealed as he squeezed her flesh, tearing her away from the wall, and walking her through the castle. The closest room was his study, so that’s where he headed.
Paeonia grinded herself against him, her dress still hiked around her thighs, and Rowan almost tipped sideways at her boldness. He quickly threw her against a decorative table, breathing heavily, rutting against her, the table slamming against the wall to his rhythm.
The decor on the wall shuddered and Paeonia whined, “Oh gods. Oh gods.”
Rowan couldn’t stop himself from pushing his trousers down enough to finally expose his cock.
He sighed at the brief relief, pushing her underwear a bit to the side so he could slide along her.
She soaked him, almost yelping when she felt his skin make contact with her warmth.
He slid against her again and again, so fucking close to being inside her. All he had to do was—
Castor’s voice rang down the hall, calling out to them, rounding the corner. “Oh, Rowan, I was just coming to ask— Oh, gods!”
“A little busy,” he growled, picking Paeonia back up, moving to his study door only a few feet away.
When he made it inside, Paeonia buried her head into his chest in sheer horror.
But he wasn’t about to let her brew on that for too long.
He dropped her onto his large settee, tearing her coat from her body before she could speak against it.
She sat in her violet dress, the bodice just tight enough where it flattered her chest while leaving the rest of her body beneath a mystery. She waited as he admired her, the urge to spin her around and take her roughly against the couch overtaking him.
“Take off the dress.”
She looked around helplessly, like someone might swoop in and save her from this embarrassment.
“Now,” he demanded.
He was about to tear the dress off for her when she began to undo the laces. She slowly slid it down, nervous to reveal herself, her arms staying close to her body. “No one’s ever seen me before.”
He almost groaned at her words, her dress falling to the floor, her arms blocking her chest from his view.
He wasn’t about to let his wife—mate—hide herself from him.
He grabbed her arms and tugged them away so she stood exposed for him.
His eyes traced the swell of her breasts, over her pink nipples, down her stomach, little freckles leading the way, to the small peppering of hair between her legs that he knew all too well.
“Perfect,” he muttered to himself. He cupped one of her breasts, squeezing so it billowed in his hand, and Pae’s eyes fluttered.
He pushed her back so she laid on the settee, Rowan crawling on top of her.
He kissed down her neck, down her chest, then took a nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue.
He smiled when she made his favorite sound: a soft little moan that she tried so hard to restrain.
Fuck, he needed to get her to keep making that sound, and louder.
He pawed at her chest while he sucked, and her back arched into him.
His left hand slid down the line of her side, following every curve and dip.
She was so soft. So malleable. So sweet.
Her legs carelessly wrapped around his waist, and she whimpered, panting as he moved his hips and continued to suck at her breast. Her fingers delicately rested in his hair, touching him so lightly he might not have even noticed. She was still tentative, unsure about her movements.
“I like that,” he encouraged.
She gained a bit more confidence, roaming her hands through the tangled, dark mess. Gods, he really fucking liked that.
He pulled back, her hands still in his hair, hovering above her face. “You gonna let me fuck you, Pae?” As he predicted, her chest and cheeks flushed.
She nodded.
“Gonna let me be the one to ruin you?”
She nodded again.
He had never thought having someone so inexperienced would make him lose his mind, but by the gods, the idea of no other man ever having the pleasure of hearing these sounds, or feeling her tight cunt, made him want to roar with primal hunger.
“Good,” he told her. He sat back and tore his shirt from his torso, Paeonia’s eyes shyly wandering about his chest. The small smattering of dark hair that filled it.
The softness of his abdomen. The tanned skin with scars and slashes that stood starkly against it.
The trail of hair on his belly that sank below his belt.
He grinned. “Go ahead,” he spoke.
She reached forward, her fingers fumbling with his trousers that were still unbuttoned and loose. He had to give her some semblance of control, otherwise he was going to lose himself too quickly.
She tugged them down just enough that he sprang free, his cock still wet from where he rubbed against her in the hall, and her hands retracted. He gazed at her, her blonde curls spread beneath her, her lips pink and swollen from his kisses.
“Don’t you want to touch your husband?” he teased.
The word husband seemed to register something within her, her face lighting up. She nodded and sat before wrapping her hand around him. He jolted at her touch, his body at her mercy, grabbing the back of the settee with one hand. She had no idea the leash she had him on.
She began to move her hand up and down, exploring how to touch him, her thumb grazing the top of his cock. He sighed from the warmth of her hands.
He couldn’t take it any longer. He pushed her back against the sofa, shuffling his pants the rest of the way off, gripping his cock in his fist. He jerked himself a few times and she watched, mesmerized.
“Rowan,” she whispered. “Will it hurt?”
“Probably.” He waited for her reaction.
She nodded, her face falling a little. Gods, was she going to just accept that it would hurt?
“You’re okay with that?” he asked, a tinge of irritation in his tone.
“I mean”—she shifted beneath him—“I suppose I always knew it would.”
Rowan scoffed, falling forward, his hands catching himself beside her head. “No, Paeonia, that is not acceptable. You’re just going to let me hurt you? You’re going to just accept that this will hurt and take it? To what? To please me? Because this is how it’s supposed to be?” he growled.
She whined. “I don’t know.”
“Yes you do,” he spurred. “Tell me. Tell me right fucking now what you want.”
He hadn’t meant to lose his composure, but he wasn’t about to fuck her while she sat there and suffered. He wasn’t Barth, he wasn’t some husband she was going to please because that was her duty. He wanted her to want this. To speak up. To tell him.
Uncertainty wavered in her eyes, and he immediately regretted his tone. “Fuck. Pae, I’m—”
She cut him off. “I want you, Rowan. I want this. I want you inside me. I want my husband to take me for the first time. And I want him to make me feel good, too. I can’t stop—and I’ve tried so hard to stop,” she whined.
“But I want you too badly. I crave your touch like I’ve never craved anything before.
And I know it will hurt. I want it to hurt, because if it hurts, you’ll take that pain away right after. Won’t you?”
He tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “Yes. I plan on making you feel very fucking good this evening, Pae.”
“Then do it,” she said softly.
“Do what?” he coaxed.
She bit her lip, clearly debating her next words. “Fuck me. Please, Rowan.”
She barely finished her command before Rowan crashed his mouth against hers.
He planted himself more comfortably between her legs, his cock at attention and rubbing against her.
She wiggled her hips, and Rowan had to break the kiss to groan, to try to gain his composure.
It was going to be a strenuous act not to break her.
His hand slid beneath one of her thighs, pushing it toward her, his other hand on his cock and lining himself up. She braced her hands on his biceps, waiting eagerly. “I promise it won’t hurt long,” he reassured.
She nodded her understanding. Rowan notched himself at her soaking entrance and slowly pushed his tip inside.
She whined as he did, her fingers digging into his skin.
He ground his teeth together, refraining from thrusting inside her all at once.
His other hand squeezed her thigh, pushing it back further, allowing him to enter more easily.
Her body fought him, trying to push him out.
He moved against the resistance, edging himself slowly.
She sucked in a breath and he stopped. But he couldn’t stop for long.
He pulled back and rolled his hips forward, each time entering just a little bit deeper.
Maybe he should have prepared her more—she was so fucking tight.