Chapter 59
Before I can even set my soap down Rowan is pinning me against the shower wall. He leans in, his cock pressing into my ass, and I dream of moving slightly so he can slip inside me. He nips at my neck, and my pussy throbs. His hands slide over my shoulders and my nipples pebble further the moment his fingers find them.
“I’ll tell you one thing, though,” he says under the base of my ear. “I’m pretty sure I should’ve won an award for self-control when Troy called you his wife.” When he plucks at my nipple and then swipes his thumb over it, I whimper.
“I-I never took you to be the jealous type,” I taunt in a whisper, my face pressed against the cool tile wall turns up in a grin. I secretly like knowing that he’s possessive of me.
Rowan growls into the base of my neck.
“The way I feel at the thought of you ever belonging to another man isn’t jealousy…” He slides his hand down my center. “It’s anger, love,” he continues in a whisper. “It’s wrath.”
Rowan’s teeth graze the space under my chin again, biting a little harder this time. I moan as his lips trail across my jaw. He slides his hand up to my throat and turns my face to hold his gaze. His dark, stormy eyes are on mine, his voice gravel.
“It’s…fucking anarchy.” His mouth comes down to meet mine and his hands tour my curves. Rowan spins me around and pins my shoulder blades firmly into the shower wall. One large hand traces my waist and then slips down the front of my hip to my already aching core.
“I spent years wishing I was the man who was touching you, Violette,” he says in a low voice. “Years wishing I was the man with his face between these pretty thighs. Burying myself in this tight little cunt every single fucking night.”
Two fingers slip inside me and my head falls back. My breath is ragged and my mouth begins to water at the sight of him like this; his blue eyes hooded and dark, his body strong, his huge cock begging to claim me. I run my fingers through his hair, gripping tight as he slowly fucks my pussy and then begins to stroke his cock simultaneously.
“The way I feel about you isn’t just love, it’s obsession. Every part of you is mine, ” he says as his mouth moves to my breasts. Rowan rolls his tongue against my nipple.
Fuck, that feels good.
I can barely speak because I’m about to come all over his still working fingers. Eleven days without him felt like an eternity, and I know I have a long way to go until the end of fire season.
“I want to be clear. The only thing I care about now is being the man who loves you. The man who takes care of you. The man who makes you come as you cry out my name.” Rowan turns his free hand to my throat, using his thumb against the center to stroke. His lips come down to mine. “And you’re so fucking gorgeous when you cry my name, Violette.”
“Rowan…” I can’t manage anything else as my legs feel like they’re about to give out at any moment.
“Just like that.” He crooks his fingers into me, and I fall apart over them as his mouth comes down on mine, swallowing my moans and cries.
Before I’m even finished riding out my first orgasm, he pulls his fingers from me, leaving me hollow and sensitive. He raises his hand and pushes the two fingers that were inside of me into my mouth. I moan in response and suck my arousal from him, letting my tongue trail between them. I watch as he drags them back out before kissing my lips. Water runs over us, dripping from his lips to mine, and the tile wall bites into my shoulder blades as he grips my jaw and pulls me in for a scorching kiss. Sliding his hands to my hips to keep me steady, he lifts me up, squeezing my hips tight as he does.
“It was always this body I wanted.” He whispers. My legs wind around him, and he notches the head of his cock to meet my entrance, sliding eagerly into me without a word. After almost two weeks everything feels brand new. We both huff out a breath as he fills me. These are the moments I’m whole. Safe. Exactly where I’m supposed to be.
“I love you.” I can’t help the words; they fall from my lips before I can think about them.
Rowan circles my throat with his hand, lightly pushing against it with his palm while his other arm holds me up. The feel of his hand around my throat does something to me I can’t explain. My pussy clenches around him.
“I love every single part of you, Violette.” He takes my bottom lip between his teeth. We both breathe out little huffs as he begins to fill me to the hilt, and I mewl into him as another thread of control snaps.
“Now…” He grazes his thumb over the center of my throat. “I’m going to show you what being my obsession for years really looks like.”
I force myself to keep my eyes open as I answer him with a tiny whisper of “ please.” I want to drink him in, his eyes are unhinged and he’s animalistic as he begins to move. I love to see him like this. I want to push him like this forever, to see him wild, dark, out of control, in love with me .
“Fuck, I love watching your tight little cunt struggle to take all of me,” he grunts as he thrusts into me, looking down to where we connect. I whimper as he stretches me and the hurt is bliss. “This beautiful body is mine, Vi, I’m the one who tastes you”— thrust — “fucks you”— thrust— “ loves you.”
He smirks an almost sadistic grin before he pushes deeper into me, hitting the spot inside me that makes me shatter.
“ Fuck, ” he groans as I clench around him.
Rowan pulls out almost all the way before driving back into me. Then he does it again, only this time he’s slower. My lips fall open and my head tips backward to rest against the wall. He trades between slow and fast, setting a pace I can’t get used to as each time he pushes into me I lose a little more of my soul to him. His hand slides from my throat to my center, resting between our bodies before his fingers find my clit and I lose the ability to function as my second orgasm begins to roll through me like a thunderous wave about to crash.
“Fuck, Rowan,” I groan out as my head falls into his shoulder.
“That’s my good girl, Violette,” he coaxes me on with another vicious thrust. “Fucking take it all.”
Shit. Those words just do me in.
My legs begin to shake around him, his eyes stay focused on where we connect while I come.
“Look at you my love, fucking soaking my cock, showing me who this pussy belongs to.”
“Yes, it’s yours, Rowan, always,” I say, losing it entirely as he keeps his fingers working over my clit, stoking the fire in me that never seems to dim for him. Rowan kisses me hungrily and groans into my mouth. Driving into me over and over like he’ll never stop. Somehow, some way, he brings me to the edge yet again as I feel him harden even more inside of me; his lips don’t leave mine until he’s ready to come.
“Gonna give me another? Show me that I’m the only man who can fuck you into this whimpering mess?”
“I can’t…” I moan.
“Yes, you can. I can already feel this perfect cunt clenching my cock. Fuck, you’re gonna make me come,” he breathes out as his movements grow sloppy, un-orchestrated. “Make me, Violette. Come for me. One more time.”
I’m helpless to fight it, his words, the brutal way he fucks me, it all comes to a head and the sounds I make when he wrenches one more orgasm from me would be embarrassing if I cared.
Rowan slaps a hand to the wall. “Fuck,” he groans as he spills into me, and I feel it all.
I pull him to me when he starts to slow his movements, wrapping my arms around him, feeling like the earth has shifted just a little around us.
“I love you, Violette,” he says as he kisses my lips.
“I love you back, Kingsley.” I savor where we are, knowing I don’t know it all.
Knowing that it’s taken ten years, but there’s nothing left we haven’t shared. Knowing that it’s okay to be afraid, it’s okay for the future to be unknown, because we’ll face it together.
Knowing I’m in the arms of the man I’m meant to be in for the rest of my life.
It just took me a little longer than I expected to get here.
I smile as the steam rises around us, still in each other’s arms, tangled together, the way we’re supposed to be—twin flames. Brought together by fate, some science, and maybe a little help from the protective spirit who forever lives in my heart.