Chapter 21 #3
“Oh, fuck.” Something warm twists through me at the admission.
I don’t even know if he fully means it yet or if he’s just overwhelmed by the moment, but hearing it still does something violent to my brain.
So I begin moving in shallow, testing thrusts, my breath growing heavier every time it mingles with his.
"Nobody else." He says it into my throat, unprompted, and it hits harder than anything I could have asked him for.
“Fuck. You’re so beautiful like this. I feel like I’ll cum before I even start.”
A breath that’s almost a laugh escapes him before it disappears into a broken gasp when I push deeper. I stop every few inches, forcing myself to stay still while his body stretches around me little by little.
I’ve never been a patient man, but the way he takes me makes me want to draw this out until we both break.
A droplet of sweat falls from his chin onto my lip. I catch it with my tongue, watching him from beneath lowered lashes.
“Be mine,” I whisper.
His eyes widen, his face flushing deeper. “And you’ll be mine?”
I nod because apparently I’ve completely lost my fucking mind.
“I’m yours if you’re mine.”
“Fuck,” I groan as my hips jerk and I finally bottom out, the sheer tight heat of him nearly enough to wreck me on the spot. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” he breathes.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Rowan. I’ll die if I don’t.”
I pull back and thrust with renewed intensity. His body stretches, finally accepting the full length of me, and I feel him grow heavy and hard against my stomach. Every rub of our skin sends sparks lighting us the fuck up, the friction finally turning from a struggle into a rhythm.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I breathe out, hitting a sensitive spot inside him that makes his breath hitch.
“Am I?”
“You are...” My frame tightens, my veins popping in my neck. “I wanted to take it easy, but I can’t fight the urge to claim you. Can’t go slow. Can’t even think.”
“Good,” he says, his eyes clouded with a dazed, shimmering wonder. “You shouldn’t be thinking when you’re... when you’re doing this.”
I huff out a chuckle, and I yank him farther onto me.
“More,” he breathes, his gorgeous forest-greens staring deep into my eyes. “I want all of you.”
“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me.”
I drive into him harder, the sound of my grunt disappearing into his moan when I hit that sensitive spot again.
“Ciaran...”
“That feel good?” I thrust into him again, completely addicted to the way his body reacts to me.
“Yeah.”
Fuck. I’m so close I think I’ll black out.
“You feel that?” I grunt. “Feel how your ass clenches around my cock?”
“Mm.”
“You’re perfect. I don’t think I know how to stop wanting you anymore.”
I roll us onto our sides without breaking the rhythm and pull Rowan tight against my chest as I keep thrusting into him.
He hooks one leg higher around my waist, then reaches behind him with trembling fingers, fumbling for the oil before probing carefully at the entrance of my own heat. Fuck me, this guy just keeps on surprising me.
I tense, breathing heavily, but I don’t stop fucking him deep and hard. I don’t want him to stop either.
“Does this feel good?” he asks.
I nod, going into a frenzy as he thrusts his finger into me, curling it just enough to snap my remaining restraint.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan. “I’m gonna cum, fuck!”
I hit his favorite spot one last time, driving home with every ounce of weight I have. I’m so fucking close. I jerk him at the same speed to match my thrusts, feeling his cock pulse as he moans and shivers under me.
“Z-Zoryan…” he mewls, and that’s fucking it.
I explode, spilling inside his ass while my back arches in violent jerks, vision tunneling until there is nothing but the feel of his tight, clenching walls and his pulsing cock.
Ropes of cum coat my hand as he writhes and moans, but all I can hear is him calling me his fucking prince.
I guide him down onto his stomach, one hand sliding along his spine as he settles against the sheets. He makes a soft sound, boneless and exhausted, turning his face into the pillow while I follow him down.
Pressing a kiss to one shoulder, then lower, I take my time tracing the line of his back. I press a kiss on both his ass cheeks, then slowly pull out and stare in awe at the sight in front of me.
Fuck me, I could get addicted to that view.
“No longer a virgin, mouse,” I rasp, my thumb dragging through the mess I’ve made. I want to taste it, want him to taste me, want this moment to never end, but then Rowan turns over his shoulder with hooded eyes and lashes clumped wet, tears mixed with sleep.
“No longer a virgin.” He smiles, then yawns, long and drawn-out.
I grab my shirt from the floor, use it to wipe his gorgeous ass clean, then carefully roll him onto his side under the sheets.
“I’m not made of silk,” he clips.
I chuckle. “No, you’re not, mouse.”
But you’re special anyway.
“I’ve gone and ruined you for anyone else. You’re stained with me now. Every inch of you.”
I wrap my arm around his shoulder and spoon him from behind, sniffing his throat and hair, leaving a trail of kisses on his nape.
He sighs, satisfied, his entire body shivering with it, and I smile against his golden hair.
I pull him tighter against my chest beneath the tangled sheets, feeling him melt there like he belongs, and one terrifying thought settles deep into my bones.
Innocent, guilty, dangerous, I don’t fucking care anymore.
Because I’m never giving him back.