Page 38 of Beneath the Midnight Sky
“Please let me come,” I said, but it came out more as a whimper.
“Okay,” he said immediately, and I started to let out a sigh of relief. “Agree to stay with me,” he continued, and my sigh of relief turned into a frustrated growl.
“If I agree, will you let me come?”
I looked down in time to see him smirk. “There’s a higher possibility of it happening for you.”
I groaned and yanked on the ropes, keeping my wrists bound above my head. “Let me go. I’m over this,” I muttered, thefrustration growing more and more by the second. “I can’t stay here with you, Rowan. So just, no. No,” I repeated.
“Explain it to me. Why not?” he asked. He didn’t sound angry or even annoyed with me. He just sounded genuinely curious about my thought process in this. It caught me off guard, and I could only stare at him. Somewhere along the way, between my father and Sam, I fell into the constant need to be on the defense. I stayed in a state of proving that I wasn’t an idiot, I wasn’t wrong. But Rowan wasn’t saying I was wrong. He was just trying to understand where I was coming from.
It took me a moment to realize his fingers were drawing small circles on my thighs where his kisses had been before, while I was lost in thought. “I—I’m sorry, I was lost for a moment,” I finally said.
He nodded as if he could tell when I wasn’t truly here. “It’s fine, but I do still expect an answer, angel,” he replied. I opened my mouth to reply, but before I could even make a sound, his mouth was back on my clit, and two of his fingers were pressing deep into my cunt. Instead of words forming, helpless moans and curses fell from my lips. His mouth released me, and his fingers slowed down but didn’t stop. The fullness from his fingers had me trying to fuck his fingers, but he wasn’t letting up on his pace.
“Well?” he asked, looking up at me, lips covered in me, looking like some sort of Greek God lounging between my thighs.
I released a shaky breath. “Well, what?”
“Tell me why you can’t stay with me while we figure this shit out,” he calmly demanded, his fingers still slowly moving in and out of my soaking cunt.
“I—I can’t—I can’t talk about this while you’re… doing this!” I whined as I tugged against the ropes again.
He chuckled under his breath. “Doing what, little angel?” he asked. “This?” As he asked, he slowly pushed a third finger inside of me, and I made a noise I didn’t even know I was capable of creating—something between a groan and a moan.
“Fuck, yes, Rowan.” My eyes closed, and I arched toward his fingers. It was so tight, and the stretch felt so good. “Please.”
“Say you’ll stay with me, and I’ll let you come, little angel,” he said as he slowly kissed along my inner thigh back toward my cunt.
I wanted to so badly. I wanted to just call it quits, give him what he wanted, let him pleasure me and fuck my brains out, only to take care of me when it was all over. I wanted to lean on this man. I wanted to be his. But I was terrified. Absolutely scared out of my mind that he would break me. He’d build me up and break me down more than any man before him.
He was kissing along my hip bone, his fingers still slowly fucking me. “Say it, little angel. Tell me you’re mine, as I am yours. Please let me take care of you,” he whispered against my skin as he moved closer and closer back to the apex of my thighs. His tongue slowly and oh so carefully flicked over my clit, and that was what broke me.
“Yes, I’m yours, Rowan. Please. Please. Please, let me come. I’ll stay, I’ll stay with you,” I cried out. He didn’t reply, but his mouth latched onto my clit, and he sucked hard. My hips arched up toward him, and he used his other arm to press me back down toward the bed. He let out a moan that vibrated against me, and all I saw was blinding white lights as my orgasm hit me like a freight train.
I wasn’t sure how long went by before I came back to my body, but Rowan was on his knees between my thighs, lazily stroking his cock. He’d lost the rest of his clothes while I caught my breath, it seemed, and fuck, I loved seeing this man naked.
I tried to reach down and touch him, but my hands were still tied to the bed frame.
“Ah, not just yet, little angel. I’m not finished with you,” he growled. He leaned down over top of me and ran the head of his cock through my wetness. “You look so damn pretty when you come, did you know that? Especially when you come with my name on your pretty pink lips.”
Before I could reply, he slammed home. His cock burying deep into my cunt in one swoop.
“Rowan…fuck,” I moaned as my eyes started to close again.
His hand came up and wrapped securely around my throat, gently squeezing. “Nope. Open those stunning eyes, Aspen. I want you to see what you do to me. I want to see your eyes roll back in your head when I make you milk my cock again. I want to see your eyes and ensure youknowwho you belong to,” he growled.
I stared into his deep blue eyes, and that seemed to do it for him because he pulled his cock out to the tip only to roughly thrust back into me, leaving me breathless.
“Say it, Aspen,” he growled, as he squeezed his hand around my throat again. I knew what he wanted, and I was torn between being good and being a brat. I stared up at him as he squeezed harder, cutting off my oxygen for a few fleeting seconds. He let up on his grip again, and I quickly sucked in a breath as he fucked me harder.
“I’m yours,” I whispered between breathy pants.
“Fuck,” he groaned. He pulled my opposite thigh up onto his shoulder and pressed his cock deeper inside of me, keeping his other hand around my throat. Everything about this felt perfect, as if this was exactly where I belonged. With this man, his hand dictating how much oxygen I received and where my eyes went. I didn’t have to think beyond how fucking good it all felt to be with him, beneath him. “Say it again, little angel,” he mumbled.
“I’m yours, Rowan,” I whimpered. I could feel my orgasm building again, my cunt tightening around him as he moaned.
“Fuck, yes,”thrust“you,”thrust“are, little angel.” His grip tightened around my throat again, and it took everything in my power to keep my eyes on him. I refused to do anything that would entice him to stop. He leaned down and smashed his lips onto mine as he kept up the rough and grueling pace.
