Page 28 of Entangled
HENRY
Mood Music: “Movement” by Hozier
If desire could be bottledand sold, I’d make a fortune. It rolls off Rowan in waves, each one more powerful than the last. And so help me God, I’m ready to drown in that wide emerald gaze pinned to mine. Sink so deep inside her I forget to come up for air.
She smiles as if embracing her hot-as-fuck question. “What word does a girl have to say around here to get her hair pulled? Is there a checklist or something?”
I blink a few times.She’s fucking serious.
“Answer me, Henry.” She impatiently taps her foot. “I don’t have the energy for guessing games.”
“I’m looking for a green light, Princess. Tell me what you want from me.”
I’ve never wanted a woman this badly. I’m rock hard. So turned on, I’m incandescent. All she needs to do is flip my switch.
“Make me feel something.” Lust dilates her pupils as she clutches the front of my ridiculous shirt. “Put your hands on me. Pull my hair and slap my ass.” She tightens her grip, digging her nails into my chest. “I want you to fuck me, Henry. Rail me against the wall like a hurricane rattles a screen door. Is that bright enough for you?”
Switch. Flipped.
I grab her around the waist and haul her body to my chest. Plush curves meet hard muscles, pouring gasoline on the fire raging inside me. My control hangs by a thread. It’s been far too long since I last touched a woman. I stare into her eyes, giving her a fraction of a second to change her mind. When she doesn’t, I seize her lips.
Rowan melts into me as I devour her mouth. Teeth clicking, tongues tangling, I kiss her deeper, harder, than I’ve ever kissed anyone.
She gives it right back, her tongue rubbing mine like a cat in heat. I spear one hand into the hair by the nape of her neck, loosening her braid until I’ve got a fistful of silky gold.Pull my hair and slap my ass.I tug the strands, angling her head the way I want it. She rewards me with a needy whimper.
In reality, I’m the one in need. I’d forgotten how good it feels to want and be wanted. Touch and be touched. For far too long I’ve neglected the hot-blooded man inside, allowing my trauma to freeze him. Not anymore. Flames lick my spine as I kiss Rowan with a desperation that is years in the making. Her soft moans fan those embers into an inferno of lust, ache, and need.
Releasing everything I’ve smothered beneath my pain.
I trail my free hand down her back, lingering just above the swell of her ass. I’ve never spanked a woman. Never really had the desire to. Right now? I want to toss this one over my knee and make her ass pink.
I swat the plump cheeks like she requested. Her moan reverberates to my dick.
So I do it again. And once more.
Rowan digs her nails into my skin and pulls me closer. Then she grinds her hips against my hard cock, and I detonate.
Growling, I back her against a nearby wall without breaking our kiss. I lean my full weight into her, expecting her to push me away. Instead, she rakes her nails down my back alongside the cat scratches she bandaged. Then she snags my lower lip between her teeth just hard enough to hurt. And fuck, the bite of pain turns me on even more.
I break the kiss and drag my tongue down her neck. “Careful, Princess.” I nip her shoulder. “I bite back.”
“I can handle you.”
I kiss my way up her throat and bring my lips to her ear. “You might get more than you bargained for.”
She digs her nails into my ass cheeks. “Prove it.”
The beast inside me roars and pounds his chest. Princess Rowan likes it rough. And I’m gonna give it to her.
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ROWAN
Mood Music: “Worship” by Ari Abdul
Our mouths collide once more.Henry grabs my ass and squeezes, grinding his hips. I moan when he angles my body to rub against his hard cock again.
“You like that?” he asks between kisses.
