Page 36 of Sasha's Wounded Wolf

“I love you,” he whispered back when our lips parted.

I arched into his thrusts, rocking my hips and stroking my hands down his back to grip his ass and urge him toward a faster pace.

“Faster, Rowan,” I begged. “I’m so close.”

He growled but changed his rhythm to match my request.

“Fuck, Sasha. Come with me, baby. Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”

“Oh, God!”

His fingers found my clit, his thumb rubbing circles over it while he pounded into me.

“Fuck, I’m coming!” he cried, but I was already there, tightening around him and milking him for every drop I could get.

I was already nodding off when Rowan moved, lifting me into his arms then settling us both under the covers, tugging me against his chest.

“A baby,” he said again, awe in his voice.

“Our baby.”

“I’m going to make sure every craving you have is met,” he vowed. “Whatever you want. No matter what time or what it is. Anything you want, baby.”

“Want to know what I want right now?”

“Anything,” he promised again.

“Hold me,” I whispered. “Let me feel your arms around me while I fall asleep. That’s all I want.”

“I can do that.”

Rowan tucked me closer, until my head rested on his chest, one arm thrown over his stomach. He stroked his fingers through my hair, lulling me to sleep even while I felt his other hand squeezing my ass cheek. It was perfect, and exactly where I wanted to be.