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Rowen stilled for a moment, and I knew he was thinking of Archer and Callum. Of what we stood to lose.

"Don't stop," I pleaded. "Please, Rowen. I need this. Need you."

His eyes refocused on me, and the intensity in them stole my breath. "Then you shall have me, Sierra. All of me."

He released my wrists only to tear away the remains of my shirt and unfasten my bra with practiced ease. As soon as my breasts were bare, his mouth descended, capturing a nipple between his lips. The wet heat of his tongue sent jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him to me as he lavished attention on first one breast, then the other. His hands weren't idle, working at the button of my jeans and sliding the zipper down with tantalizing slowness.

"Rowen," I moaned as his fingers brushed against the damp fabric of my panties. "Don't tease."

He chuckled against my skin, the vibration adding another layer to the sensations overwhelming me. "But you're so beautiful when you beg."

To emphasize his point, he pressed his palm firmly against my center, providing pressure but not the direct touch I craved.

"Please," I whimpered, lifting my hips to grind against his hand.

In response, Rowen sat back on his heels and hooked his fingers in the waistband of my jeans, dragging them down my legs along with my underwear. The cool air against my heated skin made me shiver—or perhaps it was the way he looked at me, like a starving man presented with a feast.

"Spread your legs for me," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for disobedience.

I complied instantly, opening myself to his gaze. The vulnerability of the position sent a thrill through me, especially when I saw how his eyes darkened further at the sight.

"So wet already," he murmured appreciatively, running a finger through my folds. "Is this all for me, little witch?"

"Yes," I gasped as he circled my entrance teasingly. "All for you."

Rowen's smile was wicked as he brought his glistening finger to his mouth and sucked it clean, his eyes never leaving mine. "Delicious. I think I need a proper taste."

Before I could respond, he lowered himself between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them wider apart. The first swipe of his tongue had me arching off the couch with a cry.

"That's it," he encouraged, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. "Let me hear you."

He dove back in with renewed fervor, his tongue exploring every fold, every secret place that made me writhe and moan.When he focused his attention on my clit, alternating between gentle flicks and firm circles, I felt the first tremors of an approaching orgasm.

"Rowen, I'm close," I warned, my hands fisting in his hair.

He hummed in acknowledgment, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through me. Then he slid two fingers inside me, curling them to find that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

The dual assault was too much. I came with a shout, my body convulsing around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Rowen worked me through it, gentling his touch as the aftershocks subsided.

When I could focus again, I found him watching me with a mixture of satisfaction and barely restrained hunger. He was still fully clothed, the bulge in his pants the only visible sign of his arousal.

"Your turn," I said, reaching for him.

Rowen caught my hands, shaking his head. "Not yet. I'm not done with you."

With fluid grace, he stood and began undressing, each revealed inch of his body making my mouth water. When he was finally naked, his erection standing proud against his abdomen, he returned to the couch, positioning himself over me.

"Do you still want to forget?" he asked, the head of his cock teasing my entrance.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him closer. "Make me remember only this. Only us."

With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me, both of us groaning at the sensation. He paused, giving me time to adjust to his considerable size, his forehead pressed against mine.

"I love you, Sierra," he said, the words raw and honest. "Whatever comes, remember that."

Before I could respond, he began to move, setting a relentless pace that drove coherent thought from my mind. Each thrust pushed me higher, rebuilding the pleasure that had barely begun to ebb.