Page 54 of Love Hate Relationship

I couldn’t speak; all I could do was nod.

“You want me hard, Navie?”

I nodded again.

“I want to feel you,” he spoke against my ear. My confusion must have come through with my lack of response so he continued. “Want to fuck you bare, baby. Nothing between us. Please tell me you’re covered. I’m losing my goddamned mind.”

“Rowan…” I trailed off, not sure how to answer. Part of me craved feeling him inside me with no barriers. But that small voice in the back of my head spoke up just then, warning me. It was too personal, too close. I was risking too much.

“Please,” he pleaded in a low, gravelly voice. “Tell me it’s okay, baby.”

How was I ever supposed to deny him anything when he spoke to me so lovingly, so reverently, like I was everything? I couldn’t. I knew it was a major blow to my protective armor. I knew the moment he slid into me with nothing between us that another piece of my heart was going to be lost to him. I just couldn’t say no.

“Yes.God!” He filled me so perfectly, so completely, in one quick thrust I nearly went over the edge.

“Oh, Jesus!” he ground out as he picked up the pace, pulling out quickly just to slam back in. “You feel so good, Navie.”

Each slam of his hips pushed the air from my lungs. I was a panting, writhing bundle of nerves ready to shatter. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Rowan proved me wrong. Twisting my hair around his fist, he pulled me up, his strong, sweat-slicked chest pressed firmly against my back. “Is that good?” he rasped in my ear as he licked and bit at my neck.

“S-so good,” I responded, tilting my head further to the side for better access as I pushed my ass back into him, my body setting a perfect rhythm with his.

“You love it when I’m inside you, baby? When I’m fucking you so deep, so hard, I’m all you’ll be able to feel for days?”

“Row—” I choked on a near sob building up in my throat. It was so fantastic, so blissful that I became overwhelmed by the sensation of everything. I was frantically pushing toward release at the same time I feared the intensity of what was about to happen.

“Only me,” he continued. Using the hand that wasn’t tangled in my hair, Rowan pried my fingers from the death grip I had on the arm of the sofa, leading our joined hands down my stomach, not stopping until we could each feel where his body connected with mine. “This pussy’s mine, Navie. All mine. Everything about you is mine.”

I dropped my head forward, lost in what he was doing to me, only to have him jerk my hair back, the sting in my scalp a perfect combination of pleasure and pain. “Say it. I want to hear you admit it.”

“Please,” I whimpered, too far gone.

“Tell me everything about you belongs to me, and I’ll give you what you want.”

I remained silent, my body at war with my head. One screaming at me to say the words while the other fought to keep me guarded.

“You’re so close. I can feel you squeezing around my cock, baby. You need to come, don’t you?”

I nodded, tears prickling the backs of my eyes.

“Just say it. Tell me and I’ll let you come. I’ll make it so good for you, Navie. You can trust me.”

“Yes!” I screamed, barreling closer and closer to the edge, needing nothing more than to fall over.

“Yes, what?”

“I belong to you!”

With that, he moved, guiding our interlocked fingers to my clit and applying just enough pressure to send me hurtling into the abyss, yelling his name over and over like a plea. He followed after me only seconds later.

And just like that, I’d given over that last little shred of my heart I had left, placing it in the palm of his hand, all the while praying I hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of my life.

It had been three days since I took Navie on my couch. Three days since something significant changed between us. It was a shift I knew she felt just as well as I did, despite the fact that she refused to acknowledge it. My head was muddled, but I was bound and determined not to fuck this up, consciously pushing the concerns and lingering anxiety to the deepest, darkest recesses of my mind and locking them in a steel, reinforced box. Things were good between us, I’d be a fool not to acknowledge that, and I was determined to do exactly what I told her I would—take things one day at a time. And so far, everything had been great.

Except for one little thing.

Like every night for the past week and a half, Navie climbed from my bed and began getting dressed. And like every night for the past week and a half, it pissed me off. It was completely foreign to me, wanting a woman to stay the night in my bed with me. Yes, my past one-night stands had sometimes stayed the night, but that was mainly because I was so exhausted afterwards, I passed out before I had a chance to send them packing—something I rectified early the following morning. But IwantedNavie to stay. And not only because I wanted her over and over again, but also just because I wanted herthere.

I’d finally had enough.

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