My body trembles as I become consumed by lust.
He sucks on my neck, leaving behind bruised skin in his wake. His tongue traces the curve, and I cry out.
“And I want you.” Two fingers turn into three, diving deep while his lips possess every inch of exposed skin. The pressure in my body grows until it becomes unbearable. I scratch at his shirt, unable to impale his skin with my marks.
“You drive me crazy,” he mumbles against the goosebumps on my neck. He withdraws his fingers before slamming them inside me again. “Wild.” I gasp. “Out of control.” Another punishing assault of his fingers. “Reckless enough to fuck you in the back seat with my driver only three feet away, separated by a plastic divider that isn’t made to block out your cries.”
The desperate need to come floods me. I swivel my hips and ride his fingers, chasing the wildfire building at the base of my spine.
“I think you like the idea of other people hearing me fuck you until your voice is hoarse.” He withdraws his hand.
I mourn the loss, and the buzz in my body turns into nothing but a dull hum. “Maybe I like them hearing me fuck you.”
He grins in a way that makes him look ten years younger. I touch his smile to confirm I’m not imagining things.
He grabs his wallet and pulls out a condom. I’d call him out on being a cliché, but I imagine it’s important for him to feel in control of the little things after everything he’s been through. The crinkle of a foil wrapper balances out our heavy breathing. His jerky movements rattle my limp body, making me putty in his hands.
He lifts me up, revealing his sheathed cock. One hand holds on to me while he uses the other to trace my slit. The move is gentle and reverent before he slams me down onto his cock. I gasp at the sudden sense of fullness. My entire body freezes from the burn, and I drop my head back. He softly kisses my neck in an unspoken apology. His thumb finds my clit, making my tense body relaxed.
“Show me how badly you want it.” He smacks my ass once before pulling back. He rubs his bottom lip, tracing that hint of a smile.
That bastard. He’s going to make me work for it.
I use his shoulders as a support while I rise up, taking my skirt along with me. He looks down at our joined bodies where his dick is still halfway inside of me. His eyes don’t stray as he licks his lips and stares.
I push back down, making him shudder as my body clamps around his cock. “I might be a fraud, but you’re nothing but a beautiful liar. A man willing to do anything to get what he wants. Selfish.” I rise to slam down again, building a rhythm that matches our heavy breaths. “Controlling.” I swivel my hips which makes his eyes roll back into his head. “An angry man with secret smiles and soft laughs and a golden heart he keeps hidden from the world.” My lips find his neck and nip at the skin.
He’s my dark storm cloud in the middle of a drought—an underappreciated beauty that makes me feel equally alive as the sun or the stars.
His fingers tremble against my hips as he releases another groan.
“I think you hate how much you want me. Because to care about me means you have to admit to having a heart.” I place a soft kiss against his lips. “So keep telling yourself those pretty little lies. Your secret is safe with me.”
I ride him, earning every single moan from his lips. I’m obsessed with teasing him. Each time I rise, I withdraw right to his tip, making him suck in a breath before I slam back down.
Rowan’s eyes go completely dark as his hands holding on to my hips squeeze harder. Something inside of him snaps. He takes control, his arms straining beneath the fabric of his shirt as he lifts me before pulling me back down again.
The breath gets knocked out of me with each punishing stroke. Pleasure crawls up my spine. My skin burns with each graze of Rowan’s skin against mine. Like someone holds a flame to my skin with each caress.