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His thumb drags along my bottom lip, and the contact sends a sharp, electric jolt through me. I feel him everywhere, concentrated touch on every single inch of my body.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks quietly.
“Yes.”
The word barely makes it out.
“Good,” he breathes.
Then he kisses me.
Instantly, I melt.
queen of the night
This kiss carries far more urgency than the one we shared in the alleyway. His lips are nearly bruising against mine, and it’s as though I can’t get close enough to him, despite the fact I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
I’m barely aware of anything outside of his hands all over me, his presence, and his tongue, but when I lose all sense of gravity, I force myself to focus just enough to assess the situation.
He’s lifted me off the ground.
I break our kiss with the intention of protesting, but the words are lost in my throat as I see him shift further away from anything resembling a person and into pure night. I highly doubt my plush body is going to be a problem for him to carry, or frankly, do whatever else he wants with.
I don’t register the fact that we’ve walked through a door until I hear it close behind us. I can’t see a thing. As if sensing my thoughts, he sets me down on a hard surface, and his breath caresses my ear.
“Your eyes will adjust soon. There’s moonlight. It will be worth it. I can stop until then if that makes you more comfortable.”
I shake my head fiercely.
“Don’t stop touching me.” He complies, his hand, which somehow feels even larger now, drifting into my lap to give my thigh a quick squeeze.
“Spread your legs, Auburn.” his voice comes out as a low rumble that goes straight to my clit. I obey immediately, and his fingertips find me. I know I’m wet, but still, his appreciative chuckle makes me blush. Gently, he begins to stroke me through the thin fabric of my leggings.
A hot, urgent pressure is building up inside of me as my hips rise and I try to move against his teasing touch. I’m scrambled. All I can think about is how badly I need him, how badly I need to come.
“Rowan.” I whimper. “Please.”
“How much do you care about these pants?” There’s a slight glimmer of nerve in his tone.
“I don’t.”
Before I even fully have the words out of my mouth, he rips them open. I don’t have time to react before he pulls my panties to the side to drag two impossibly large fingers through my folds, wetting them before easing them into me one inch at a time. My head falls back as I moan loudly, the taut string he’s wound in me easing incrementally now that he’s finally touching me properly.
I can see more now, and the sheer scale of his true form makes me flutter around his fingers. He is easily 7 ft tall, a giant man built entirely out of shadow. The moonlight that fills the room is bright enough to pick up the presence of furniture and decor, and it occurs to me he’s doing that for my benefit. He has absorbed all the shadow in the room so that I can see him properly, or as much as is feasible.
Then my eyes roam lower, and I flex around him so dramatically that it draws a soft hiss from his lips. His cock is impressive, and terrifying, and I need it. Rowan is so hard it looks almost painful, and I see him twitch as I flutter around his fingers again. He gives himself a rough stroke with his free hand before curlinghis fingertips inside of me and forcing my head to fall back again as I barrel toward release.
“Don’t worry, baby, you don’t have to take it all.”
I want to respond, but I can’t. I’m too lost in the urgent need to come for him to even consider forming a coherent thought.
Rowan explores me diligently, finding the spot that makes me explode into a quivering puddle of pleasure. The combination of his blunt digits inside of me and the heel of his hand against my clit has me ripped violently over the edge far sooner than I want to be. I milk his fingers, riding his hand, as a cascade of whimpers escapes me, and he continues to palm me through the comedown of my orgasm.
Far too soon, he withdraws, leaving me feeling empty. With a deliberate motion he brings his fingers, wet from my come, to his lips. The sight makes my head spin. I can’t get enough air.
“Do you want more?” The electricity is palpable, and his words alone threaten to have me at the edge yet again.
“I need more.” I breathe out the response as I search for his eyes, shivering with renewed desire at the realization I can’t see them. He’s just a void of barely contained commanding lust.
