Chapter 40 Rowan #2
One of his hands slid between their bodies, and he began rubbing circles on her clit. “You’re doing so good,” he praised. Slowly, Rowan moved deeper and deeper. It took several long moments before he edged in far enough that he was fully seated. Her eyes squeezed shut, her chest rising rapidly.
“Pae,” he beckoned. She opened her eyes. “Are you okay?”
“I’m just overwhelmed. But in a good way,” she quickly corrected when she must have seen the worry across his countenance.
“I’m all the way inside.”
She let out a sound of relief. “Oh, thank the stars.”
He chuckled and stroked his thumb across her cheek. “Think I can move, now?”
She shifted her hips, and Rowan grunted. “Yes,” she said breathlessly.
He pulled back just enough so when he thrust back in, she gasped.
He didn’t give her time to steep in the pain before doing it again.
And again. Each time, her noises became more delicious.
More needy. And her body began to drag him in tandem to his movements.
He buried his face against her neck and in her hair, his hand sliding sensually along her body before wrapping around her neck.
She tangled her legs more tightly around him, pulling him against her with each roll of his hips.
“Tell me how it feels,” he instructed.
She dug her nails into his back. “A lot,” she breathed. “I feel so full.”
He dragged his teeth along her neck, wishing he could bite her. “Do you like that feeling?”
She nodded. “It doesn’t really hurt anymore.” She sucked in a sharp breath at his next thrust. “It feels good,” she whined, her eyes closed as she succumbed to him.
The flush on her cheeks, bright against her pale, clammy skin, made him move harder. He liked seeing Paeonia flustered. Liked getting her to do things she hadn’t before.
“I can feel it in my chest.”
He sat up, his hands grabbing onto her waist and hips, using his leverage to help pull her into him.
She stared helplessly at him as he moved, her lips parted, but no sounds coming out.
He could feel his hairline heat with sweat.
Her heady gaze trailed down his chest and followed the dark hair that lined his waist, dipping low.
He could see the tentativeness, the way she was holding back her admirations.
He tried to smile, but all he could do was grunt, his lips curled.
She was too much. Felt too tight. Too perfect. He wouldn’t last much longer.
“Gods,” he groaned, “I’m going to fill you up.” He traced her throat as it bobbed, then her breasts that moved with his thrusts.
“What should I—?” she began to ask.
“Just stay still, pretty girl.”
He cursed when she involuntarily clenched around him.
One of her hands clung to the side of the sofa, the other held on to his wrist. She obeyed, trying her hardest not to move, her hips wiggling slightly, her eyes fluttering as she held back.
He all but howled as he teetered the line, his fingers digging into her skin, hitting her in hard thrusts, making her yelp and squirm and whine and gasp.
Fuck. He couldn’t do it any longer, the sensation filled him, ready to boil over. She moaned with every hard thrust, her hands squeezing him tighter.
He came inside her with several bruising ruts, cursing her name, leaning down to wrap his hand around her neck as he slowed his hip movements.
He hadn’t even really thought about the fact that this could have her round with his child.
He had always been told Grim and Gleam Fae could not breed with one another.
But what if that Gleam Fae was half-human? Would that change anything?
He couldn’t stop himself from finishing deep within her regardless. It took him several more seconds to finally come to a stop. He glanced at where their bodies connected, watching white liquid seep out around where his cock was still shoved deep.
He wanted to feel her. Needed to feel her.
He leaned over her, falling a bit sideways onto the sofa, pulling her with him so their chests lay against one another.
She watched him curiously. He reached between their bodies and began to rub her clit.
Her nose scrunched and she moaned. She seemed to be embarrassed by the fact that he was no longer seeking pleasure, that she was the only one making noises.
He didn’t care. He kept circling her, then he kissed along her neck, her collarbones, up the side of her face.
“I need to know what it feels like to have you clench wildly around me as you unravel.” He thought back to that time he had his finger shoved within her, how she pulsed around him. He needed to know what that was like on his cock. He had fantasized about it so many times already.
He wondered if his scruff bothered her as he kissed along her skin. He nipped her and she mewled, her hands wrapping around him, holding him against her.
“R-Rowan,” she stuttered.
He quickened his pace, his fingers applying a decent amount of pressure. She was going to come. He had never wanted someone else to finish this badly before. He rolled his hips slightly so he moved inside her.
“Come on, sweet Pae. Let me feel you.”
She began to muffle her sounds, her face buried in his neck.
She clenched down, her walls hugging him tightly.
Then she gasped, her mouth open as she huffed into his ear, her honeyed sounds sending chills along his spine.
Rowan groaned when she pulsed vigorously around him, clenching and squeezing, her legs squirming, her back bent as she arched into him, bucking her thighs spinelessly.
She couldn’t contain herself, nowhere to go but to ride out this high as Rowan pleasured her.
“Fuck, Pae,” he groaned, one of his hands sliding into her hair and tangling in the curly, blonde mess.
When she began to still, Rowan mirrored her, letting her sink back into the sofa languidly. He watched as she regained her breath, her chest rising rapidly, her body melting into the cushions. She eventually came to, noticing he was staring, and she began to move like she was going to get up.
“No,” he said softly. “Let me stay inside you a little longer.”
She had ruined him.
He’d thought fucking his mate would feel good. Perhaps a bit better than usual. Maybe the kind of release that lingered a little longer. But whatever the hell had just happened… That was something else entirely.
He’d never felt like that before. Never wanted someone to come apart beneath him so desperately. The most pathetic part was how she hadn’t even done anything. All she had to do was lay there to completely destroy him.
He wasn’t satisfied. Not even close. He already wanted her again.
Gods, he was so utterly fucked.
He’d told himself he was above the mating pull—that he could control or resist it. But like every fae before him, he couldn’t stop the raw, consuming need that was tearing him apart from the inside. The need for her. The need for Pae.
“Is it always like that?” she finally asked, breaking the silence of just their breathing.
“What do you mean?” He gently pulled himself out of her and she whimpered.
She went to move away but Rowan grabbed her, settling her against him, her head finally relaxing as she pressed her cheek to his chest.
“Between couples,” she whispered, “are bedroom affairs always so…pleasurable?”
He could hear the blush in her words. “Not always, no.”
She pressed herself into him, and he liked when she took initiative.
“But, Pae. I have never felt anything quite like that before.”
She paused for a moment, her finger tracing a pattern on his exposed chest. “Neither have I.”
He grinned before letting out a hearty laugh. He rolled atop her, squishing her into the settee, desiring to be all over her. Wanting her scent to linger on him for days.
She smiled when he looked down at her, and a knife sank into his chest.