Page 11 of Possessive Stepbrother

A crease appears on his forehead. “Right now?”

“Right now.”

He sits on his haunches and nods. “Okay, I’m listening.”

“I’m a virgin,” I blurt out.

Rowan’s body goes rigid, neck and shoulders tensing up.

“Are you angry? Are you disappointed? Rowan, talk to me.”

Instead of getting up to leave, which I expect him to do, he leans forward and flattens his palms to the bed, hovering over me. “No and no. I’m just coming to terms with the fact that no one has ever had you and no one else ever will.”

Relief washes over me, and I slump back on the bed.

Rowan buries his face in the crook of my neck—his short, coarse stubble prickly on my skin—and sucks the sensitive spot there, making my eyelids flutter.

“I need to warn you in advance, Raven. Once I stake my claim, you’re mine. There’s no turning back for you. Your present and your future will belong to me. Understand?”

My arms loop around his neck. “Yes. Yes.”

His big hand cups my breast, kneading and squeezing, as he lowers his head and swipes his tongue on my nipple, making me bow off the mattress. “One last thing. I’m good with my hands. I build things, put stuff together. But tonight, I’ll use it to make you fall apart in my arms.”

Sweet Lord.

I’m looking at everything through a sexual haze, but I expect Rowan to be rough, taking me as he sees fit. But…his touch is gentle, almost with reverence. I love it. I love that he fears he’ll break me when all I want is for him to annihilate me completely.

Without mercy.

Rowan trails kisses between my breasts, down to my soft stomach to that little pouch underneath my belly button, which I’ve always hated. I’m supposed to feel self-conscious being laid bare like this. But I’m not and that surprises me. I’m not mentally listing all my imperfections because I don’t feel any at this moment.

He’s tasting, laving, and stroking my hard nub with his tongue. My open palm flies to my mouth, and I scream into it while my toes curl and my other hand fists the sheets.

But he’s far from done.

Rowan parts my thighs, hot eyes raking all over my body and zeroing in on the junction between my thighs, reaching over to run his thumb along my dripping folds.

When he takes out his cock from his boxers, I almost rush back to my bedroom. The man is huge. Naturally, he’ll be the same size everywhere.

Before I know it, I’m shaking my head, fingers gripping the silk sheets. “Rowan… That won’t fit.”

His mouth curls up, a dark gleam in his eyes. “It will, baby girl. Your body’s made to be claimed by me and only me. Will you take it like a good girl?”

Fire licks along my spine and my eyes go a little hazy. “I will.”

“Good. Now eyes here, baby. Don’t look anywhere else. I need to see how your eyes lose focus the moment I slide inside your tight, virgin pussy.”

Oh god. Those words. How the hell do they have so much power over me? He’s not even inside me yet, but I almost come from what comes out of his mouth. So when he positions the tip in front of my entrance, I rock forward to meet him, in awe at the way he throws his head back, the column of his throat flexing and flexing.

He growls through clenched teeth, his abs and the muscles in his chest stiffening then shuddering. My lungs constrict when his massive member wedges inch by inch into me. I’m too focused on the pain to move, and he probably notices because he hunches his back so he can take one pebbled nipple between his lips, stroking it with his tongue and sucking.

I suction around him but I’m so wet that he slides in much easier than before. When he’s buried to the hilt, I have to catch my breath. I feel full and he’s hitting all the right spots.

Rowan kneads my butt roughly while he rocks forward. I cannot move. I’m unable to move. Fireworks are popping in my head because of how good it feels.

What starts slow turns into hard, fast, merciless thrusts. He’s sawing in and out of me, our harsh exhales mingling between us. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his lap, almost folding me in half.

A hoarse sound escapes his lips as I begin riding him, trying to find my rhythm. I’ve never done this before but it seems like my body knows what to do. I move my hips, grind it, rock it back and forth, bob up and down on him.

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