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He doesn’t move. I don’t think he’s breathing.
“Hattie.”
“I’m not in heat. I’m not out of my mind. I know exactly what I’m saying.” I pull all my braids over my shoulder so the back of my neck is bare. “Bite me, Rowan. Not the bed. Me.”
For a second, nothing happens.
Then he makes this sound, low and rough, from so deep in his chest I feel it in my spine.
And he puts his mouth on my neck.
Not biting yet. Just kissing. Slow and wet, right on my gland. And the second his lips touch it, my whole body goes off. I gasp. Slick floods out of me so fast it soaks my thighs. I didn’t know it could feel like that. One little spot on my neck, and it’s like he’s got his mouth on every nerve I own.
“Oh,” I breathe. “Oh, shit.”
He licks it. Slow. And I moan so loud the owl outside the window takes off.
“Are you sure?” he says into my skin. His voice is wrecked.
“Rowan, if you ask me that one more time, I’m biting you first.”
He laughs against my neck. Then his hand slides down off my belly, between my legs, and finds me dripping.
He groans.
He pushes my nightgown up over my hips and lifts my top leg, careful, hooking it back over his thigh so I’m open for him. I can feel his cock pressing against me from behind, hot and hard and heavy. He drags it through me slow. The head slides through my slick and up over my clit, and every ridge of his grain drags over me on the way, and my whole body shakes.
“Please,” I whisper.
He presses the tip right against my entrance.
Blunt. Hot. Pushing. My body stretches, slow, and for one second it’s just pressure, and then he slides in, and I moan into the pillow.
It’s so different like this. On my side, with my big belly out in front of me and him wrapped all the way around my back. He goes slow. Real slow. Inch by inch, every ridge sliding into me one at a time, until I can feel all of him. Until I’m so full I can’t think straight. His arm’s locked around my chest. His hand’s spread on my belly.
And his mouth never leaves my neck.
He starts to move. Long, deep strokes from behind, rocking into me. Every time he pushes in, I feel him all the way up in my belly. Every time he pulls back, the grain drags against me inside and I whimper.
And the whole time, he’s kissing my gland. Licking it. Dragging his teeth over it so light I can barely feel it, and every time he does, I squeeze around him so hard he swears.
“Rowan,” I gasp. “I’m close…”
“I know.”
“Do it. Please. Do it now.”
He pushes in deep and holds there. His arm tightens around me. His other hand finds my clit and rubs slow little circles while he’s buried inside me, and I’m shaking, I’m right there…
And he bites.
It hurts. For one second, it really fucking hurts. His teeth sink into the back of my neck, deep, right into my gland, and I cry out.
Then the pain just melts.
And something floods into me.
Warm. It pours down my neck and my spine and fills up my whole chest. And it’s not mine. It’s him. I can feel him. Not his body. Him. Everything he’s feeling, right this second, pouring straight into me.
