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He shifts, positioning himself, and then begins to press in—torturously slow. The stretch burns at first, a discomfort that has my breath hitching, but I don’t tell him to stop.

“Just relax, baby,” he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing rasp that wraps around me like silk. “Let me in.”

The way he says it, gentle and commanding all at once, melts the tension in my body. I exhale, forcing myself to relax, and the burn gives way to something else as his dick slides deeper, thick and unrelenting. A shudder runs through me as the fullness becomes all-consuming, every nerve alive with sensation.

“That’s it,” he breathes, his voice taut with restraint. “So, so good for me. Even after all this time.”

My nails dig into his shoulders, holding on as I adjust to the stretch. He leans closer, his breath warm against my neck, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he waits for me to give him what he needs.

And when I do, tilting my hips just slightly to let him know I’m ready, he rewards me with a slow, deliberate thrust that sets my whole body alight.

“Ah, Rowan…” I moan, my head falling to the side.

“No, Lexie. Open your eyes and look at me. You said you wanted to be fucked, didn’t you? So, watch me fuck you.” I revel in the sound of him struggling too as he sinks inside me fully, a sharp “fuck” escaping his lips.

I watch the muscles in his arms ripple as he moves to grip my waist with one hand. He pulls out before burying himself deeply inside me again with a loud smack. My head snaps back onto the pillow, a loud cry escaping my mouth.

All I can do is call his name as he grips my waist tight, snapping his hips forward again and again. My hands claw at the sheets. It hurts so good; I think I’m seeing stars.

“I missed you, Lexie. I missed the way your hole clenches around my cock and the way you look whilst getting fucked,” he breathes, “Did you miss me?”

“So much,” I confess. “Fuck. Every single day.” I watch him as I say it, watching the raw emotion of that confession slipping out between us. Maybe it’s a lie. Maybe he’s only saying it because he’s buried deep in my ass, but I mean it. I missed him andI missed this carnal desire between us. This is exactly what I wanted—what I’ve always known Rowan can do to me. It’s a risk, but I don’t care. In this moment, it’s just us.

I groan when he thrusts again, burying himself deep inside.

“God, the sounds you make,” Rowan says, fucking me harder, his hand moving up to my neck and pulling me into a messy kiss. I take what I can, my lips meeting his in a half moan, half kiss.

I’m vaguely aware of my dick throbbing between us as Rowan hits against my prostate again and again. Everything is going white around me and all I can focus is on are the sounds Rowan is making.

“I’m going to come inside you, yeah?”

“Yes,” I moan, “Please that’s all I want.”

Tears dance at the corners of my eyes, but I fight them off. He pulls me into another kiss and this time I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him deeper inside me and locking my legs around his waist.

He bites my earlobe, and I writhe in his hold as he whispers, “You’re mine, Alex. Mine to tear apart. Mine to ruin. Mine to kill. You belong to me.”

“Please,” I whine, and he knows what I want. Rowan wraps a hand around my dick, and it barely takes any effort before I’m spilling in his hand, his name on my lips like a prayer. My eyes blur, the wave of the orgasm failing to dissipate as he fucks me through it.

“Does that feel good?” Rowan asks, his pace quickening and his voice ragged. He’s close too. It’s all too much and all I can see is white, my thighs aching but refusing to let go of him. Overstimulation takes over and tears stream down my cheeks.

And then, with a final thrust, he spills into me, his body stiffening as a sharp breath hisses between his teeth. His face is undone, a brief glimpse of vulnerability in his usual control, and it steals my own breath away.

“Are you okay?” Rowan asks softly.

I hardly know where I am and when I feel him pull out, I barely register the movement. It’s like my nerves are completely shot. A hundred thoughts whizz through my mind all at once, the realisation of what just happened sinking in. The reality of what I want finally becoming clear in my head. How dangerous this all is and how I don’t seem to care.

“Alex,” Rowan says, his voice level. “I need you to answer me.”

My eyes refocus on him, and the sight nearly undoes me all over again. He’s still on his knees, his chest slick with sweat, his dark hair mussed in a way that only makes him look more devastating. Midnight blue eyes meet mine, sharp and hungry, carrying a possessive heat that should terrify me. Instead, it makes me ache for him all over again.

He looks perfect—unfairly so. Meanwhile, I feel ruined, like he’s unravelled me completely. No one has ever had this much power over me, and yet Rowan wields it effortlessly, knowingly.

“I’m good,” I say quietly.

“Good,” Rowan says, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. His hand wraps around my throat and he presses his lips onto mine. The grip around my neck is not a light squeeze or a playful one. It’s full of intention, of warning. “Because I’m going to fuck you again until you’re begging me to stop, until the only word you know is my name. Okay?”

I swallow, the heaviness of his hand somehow rousing my dick awake despite coming only a few minutes ago. “Yeah, okay,” I whisper.