Chapter 17 Rowan
SEVENTEEN
ROWAN
Just Desserts
I was a man possessed.
Possessed, possessive, and utterly obsessed with the woman beneath me.
I was the closest I’d ever been to the demon inside me, to the bloodthirsty and power-hungry entity that connected us to the ancient, dark magic that created us vampires and enmeshed our species.
And yet I wasn’t afraid. Because, perhaps for the very first time, we had the same goal.
There was nothing to keep in check, no power to regulate.
I wanted to revel, to partake, to indulge in every pleasure Naomi and I could share.
And oh, was it a lengthy wish list in my head.
I needed her to come again. Orgasms could be hard-won, and I knew Naomi’s second ones could be, but I could tell by the length of the fangs in my mouth and the pulsing in my cock that two wouldn’t be enough. Probably not three either.
I needed her completely boneless, mindless, and utterly spent in a sticky mess under me.
We were still on the floor between her entryway and the back of her couch that delineated the beginning of the living room.
She deserved more than a fuck on the floor.
She deserved the finest silks and the deepest cushions, but I couldn’t bear to be apart from her long enough for us to actually get up and go anywhere.
I needed her like I would need oxygen if I was mortal. Needed her more than I needed to feed.
Because, as far as I was concerned, she was everything I could ever want. Flushed, panting, sweaty, and utter perfection.
God, I was in love, wasn’t I?
Something to ponder when I wasn’t high on her literal supply. For now, something more carnal was in order.
I gripped myself, squeezing a touch harder than I should have, but I needed to contain the deluge of desires drenched through every ounce of my soul. I wasn’t sure if that really did anything or not, because then I was sliding into her, gritting my teeth as I was enveloped by her impossible heat.
“God, I’m so full,” Naomi moaned, head tilted back so that gorgeous hair of hers fanned out below her like a halo.
Yes, angelic she was, and the demon in me wanted to leave her so debauched that she didn’t just fall from heaven, but she brazenly threw herself out of the pearly gates without so much as a glance back.
“That’s how hard you make me,” I rasped, wishing I could telepathically convey how fucking turned on I was. How the entirety of her being was celebration and bounty incarnate. And while I knew it wasn’t physically possible, I wanted her to feel me straight to her fucking heart.
After all, she’d already implanted herself in mine.
The sound that ripped from her throat almost seemed painful, and for one split second, I made the mistake of stilling. But then Naomi’s legs were wrapping around me, yanking me even deeper into her.
“Don’t you dare stop now. Not when you’ve got me like this.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
And I meant it. Separating from her now or giving her anything less than my all would be an utter nightmare.
I thrust into her, deep and hard, the only shift in my tempo being when I changed the angle slightly, and eventually reached between us to toy with her clit.
I loved watching her as she writhed, as her tits bounced every time we connected, as the pink in her face turned red, the flush and heat spreading down her neck, her shoulders, and her breasts. She was a vision, without a doubt.
“Rowan, I’m close.”
That was more musical than any record I collected, and siren I’d heard sing, so I kept my pace steady, focusing on the rhythm that had her nearing her climax while also keeping up the movement of my finger across that very sensitive bundle of nerves.
She was slick, impossibly slick, which made the sensation all the better.
Especially when she clamped down on me and let out a cry that probably could be heard several floors above and below.
Not the most neighborly thing to do, but sometimes such things couldn’t be helped.
However, perhaps in the future, any other similar sessions could be held at my place.
Already planning a next time? How greedy of me.
Perhaps also a bit unexpected considering how I’d been so sure I could go our entire relationship without ever crossing that boundary.
God, was I glad I hadn’t followed through on that.
I felt alive and connected to Naomi so intensely it was like my personal scent was shifting to align with hers, and hers to mine.
Now that we had this connection, I never wanted to give it up.
“God, Rowan.”
With one particularly deep thrust and my finger moving feverishly over her clit, Naomi arched off the floor, her mouth open in a silent scream.
I loved how viscerally she orgasmed. It was always a full-body show with her, and that never failed to stroke my ego.
I liked that I could make her feel good.
That I could leave her breathless and worn in all the right ways on the bed.
Or, in this case, the floor.
We really needed to fix that.
Further invigorated by the sight of her panting and dappled with sweat, I slid my hands under her, bodily picking her up and carrying her around the front of her couch.
She let out the cutest little yelp of surprise when I lifted her and put one of her legs over my shoulder and had her other foot rest on the floor, opening her right back up to me.
And then I thrust inside her again.
Every time I checked in on her to make sure I hadn’t pushed it too far, she enthusiastically encouraged me to keep going. Whether she pleaded, whether she kissed me hard, or whether she physically wrapped her arms around my neck and yanked me to her, I always knew she was enjoying our tumble.
Even when one of the legs of her couch let out a crack, and we suddenly found ourselves at a new angle.
A new angle that made Naomi gasp and had me chasing that blissed-out, starstruck look in her eyes until she was coming again.
I would never get tired of that sound.
Things became less linear, reality drifting in and out in a chorus of our shared cries. Body moved against body, lips against lips, until my own climax barreled toward me with all the power of a hurricane.
“I’m close,” I snarled, all pretense of civilization gone between the two of us. She raked her nails down my chest and bared her teeth at me.
“Fuck, Rowan, fill me up.”
Goddamn.
The way she said it, demanded it, made me more than eager to comply.
Although all vamps were sterile in the traditional sense, my mind still filled with thoughts of her with our child, all flushed and round, happy and content.
It wasn’t really a path either of us ever mentioned wanting to take, but it was an alluring fantasy as I plunged into my climax.
“Fuck, Naomi!”
I wasn’t even sure if that was what I actually said; it was more an animalistic sound as I came so hard my vision blurred. I had to slam my eyes shut just to have enough brainpower to process it.
Heat. Desire. Pleasure. Pain. Some more desire on top of that. Love. They all wrapped around each other in a total synergy within me, surging to drench my entire being. And I welcomed it, letting myself get lost in the pleasure.
And lost to it I was. While male orgasms didn’t really compare to female ones, at least in regard to length or intensity, it felt like I came pretty close—pun entirely unintended.
When I finally returned to my body, Naomi and I had slid from her crooked couch and were lying in a syrupy puddle on the floor.
Metaphorically speaking, of course. While I liked to think of myself as being adventurous in the bedroom, I preferred keeping food to assigned dining areas.
“I’ll pay for anything that’s been damaged,” I said. I liked getting to lean into the more brutal side of being a vampire without having to worry about scaring or hurting Naomi. And I liked that she was as turned on by the primal parts of me as any other.
“Eh, that’s for Future Naomi and Rowan to worry about,” she said, pulling her throw blanket off the couch and draping it over us. “Right now, we’ve got each other, and that’s all we need.”
A sentiment I couldn’t agree with more. Nodding, I kissed her forehead, then pulled a couple of throw pillows off the couch as well.
Eventually I would carry her to bed before dawn approached and I would have to sleep, but if Naomi wanted to stay cuddled on the floor for a little while, I couldn’t think of anywhere else I’d want to be.