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Chapter fifteen
~LIVIA~
The moment Rowan’s lips meet mine again, my legs go weak. His kiss is consuming, almost punishing, as though he’s been starving for me. I can’t hold back anymore. I can’t deny my body what it’s been begging for since I met him.
I kiss him back with everything I have. My hands slide up his broad chest, clutching at the lapels of his tux jacket, desperate to hold onto something solid as the storm of him swallows me whole.
When his teeth graze my bottom lip, my knees actually buckle. He groans low in his throat and catches me, one strong arm looping around my waist, pulling me flush against the hard wall of his chest. His hand fists in the back of my dress, tugging the fabric tight against me as his other hand grips my jaw, tilting my face up so he can take my mouth deeper. I gasp into him, and his tongue sweeps in, taking full control.
“Jesus, Rowan,” I breathe when he pulls back just enough to let me gasp for air. My voice shakes, and I’m not even sure what I’m about to say. Maybe tell him to slow down or to hurry up? I can’t think. Not when his lips are on mine again, tongue invading my mouth.
“Bedroom.” The word is a growl against my mouth, a command, and my heart stutters.
I swallow hard, my breath coming out in shallow bursts. “Upstairs…to the right.”
Before I can process what’s happening, his hands slide to my thighs, and he hoists me up with ease. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and the new position has me gasping when I feel him— all of him—pressing against the heat between my thighs. My face burns, but Rowan just smirks, his mouth brushing against my jaw and my ear, as he murmurs, “You’re getting every inch of that tonight, beautiful.”
The words send a ripple of heat through my belly, melting away any hesitation, leaving only raw want behind.
He strides toward the stairs with a confidence that makes me dizzy, carrying me as though I’m as light as air. Each step he takes, each flex of his muscles beneath me, makes my pulse race faster. I cling to his shoulders, my lips brushing against his jaw as the scent of his aftershave surrounds me—woodsy, masculine, and fresh.
By the time we reach my bedroom, my head is spinning, and my body is on fire with nerves and anticipation. He kicks the door open, steps inside with that same calm dominance, and gently sets me on the bed.
I look up at him, my breaths coming in shallow pants, my heart thundering. His gaze is burning into me with an intensity that makes me feel both exposed and wanted in a way I’ve never felt before.
Rowan reaches for me, cupping my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over my flushed cheeks as his green eyes pierce mine.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly. “Say the word, and I’ll walk out of here now.”
I should say something. I should. But the words get lost somewhere between my lips and my brain because all I can do is shake my head, my body leaning into him on instinct.
“Thank fuck,” he breathes out, closing his eyes.
That’s all he needs. He climbs on top of the bed like a tiger, ready to pounce. His lips find my throat before I can say a word. His kisses are hot, open-mouthed, dragging over my skin like he wants to memorize every inch of me. His stubble scrapes against my neck, leaving a tingling burn in its wake, and I can’t stop the small gasp that escapes me when his teeth scrape against the sensitive spot below my ear.
“You taste so sweet,” he murmurs, his voice vibrating against my skin. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“Yes,” I admit, arching my neck for him. “It’s what you do to me, too.” I bury my hands in his hair, tugging his head closer to me.
His hands find my waist, sliding over the silky fabric of my dress and down to the slit on the side of my thigh. His fingers graze the bare skin just above my knee, and my breath catches in my throat.
His hands glide higher, bunching the fabric of my dress, and I feel a shiver race down my spine as his calloused fingers skim over my skin. I’ve never been this close to anyone, never been touched like this before, and the ache in my core is so overwhelming that I can’t think straight.
“Rowan,” I breathe, barely recognizing my own voice.
“I know, baby,” he murmurs against my collarbone, his lips brushing over the dip between my neck and shoulder. “I need you, too.”
His words send a rush of heat pooling low in my belly, and I close my eyes as his kisses trail lower, his hands never stopping their slow, deliberate exploration. I feel him shift above me, the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress as he leans down, his lips hovering just above mine.
“You taste like sin,” he whispers, his voice a low growl. “And I plan on devouring every goddamn bit of you.”
And just like that, every shred of doubt, every ounce of hesitation, disappears into the fire blazing inside me.
I clutch at Rowan’s tux jacket, desperate to feel more of him, to take away the barriers between us. But the damn thing won’t budge. His broad shoulders and thick arms are too much for me to manage, the fabric getting stuck halfway down his arms.
“That desperate for me, little hellcat?” he murmurs, amusement lacing his voice as he watches me struggle. His lips twitch, his dark eyes glinting with heat.
“Shut up,” I mutter, my voice breathless and shaky, my cheeks burning.
Rowan chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through my chest, making me ache even more.
“Let me help you, baby.” He shrugs out of the tux jacket with ease, tossing it somewhere behind him before leaning back down, crowding me against the bed.
His lips are on my neck again, hot and possessive, like he’s branding me with every kiss. I tilt my head to give him more access, the sensation melting me to my core. My hands slide up the hard planes of his chest, feeling the muscle beneath his shirt. His light stubble scrapes against my skin, the rough sensation a perfect contrast to the softness of his lips.
“You’ve been driving me insane,” he growls against my throat. “You have no idea what I want to do to you.”
“Show me,” I pant, arching into his touch. I let out a shaky breath as his hands find my waist, his fingers sliding up my sides, bunching my dress higher and higher. The air feels charged, electric, as his hands skim over my thighs, his rough palms sending shivers racing through my body. His mouth captures mine again, his kiss deeper, hungrier. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, and I can’t stop the small moan that escapes me when his fingers finally brush against the bare skin just beneath the hem of my dress. “I’ve been thinking about this, too,” I admit with a breathy whisper.
“You’ve been waiting for me to touch you again,” he says, his voice dripping with confidence.
“Rowan…” His name falls from my lips in a whisper, part plea, part surrender.
“Yes, baby,” he drawls, his fingers brushing against the lace of my panties, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “What do you want?”
I can barely think, barely breathe, as his fingers trace the edge of the fabric, his touch light and torturous.
“I want you,” I finally manage, my voice trembling with restrained heat. “God, I want you.”
His eyes darken, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.
His gaze sends another rush of heat pooling low in my belly, and when his fingers finally slip beneath the lace, I let out a gasp, my hips arching into his touch. The sensation is electric, his touch firm and confident as he explores me, his fingers finding the spot that makes my breath hitch.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he groans, his voice rough with arousal.
I can only whimper, my body trembling beneath him as he circles my clit with his fingers.
“You’re so sensitive,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear as he works me with expert precision. “Do you know how perfect you feel?”
My breaths come faster, my hands clutching at his shoulders as he continues to tease me, his fingers sliding faster, drawing out sounds from me that I’ve never made before.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, his lips finding mine again, his kiss possessive. “I’m going to ruin you. Just like you’ve ruined me.”
Rowan’s fingers curl around the fabric of my panties before he slowly slides them off. The cool air hits me for a moment before his fingers are on me again, spreading my lips open. The sensation is electric, and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes me.
“Fuck, Livia,” he groans, his voice low and rough as his fingers move, spreading the wetness he’s already pulled from me. His eyes are cast down, watching his fingers work my clit, devouring the sight.
I grip his shoulders, my head tipping back against the bed as he presses harder. But then the weight of what we’re about to do hits me. My chest tightens, nerves mixing with the heat.
“Rowan,” I say, my voice shaky as I blink up at him. “Wait.”
His dark eyes snap to mine. Propping himself on one elbow, his face softens slightly.
“What is it, baby?” His fingers slow down but don’t stop, rubbing in slow circles.
I bite my lip, suddenly shy under his piercing gaze. “I’ve never done this before.”
Rowan’s entire body stiffens above me. He pulls his hand from between my legs and leans back slightly, studying me like he’s trying to figure out if I’m serious. His brow furrows, his jaw tightening.
“How?” he asks, his voice gruff with disbelief. “How did you—men are falling at your feet like dominoes, and you haven’t done this?”
I feel heat rush to my cheeks as I glance away, unsure how to word it.
“There just wasn’t anyone I wanted to do it with,” I admit softly. “No one I wanted touching me like…like you.”
His eyes darken further at my confession, the intensity of his gaze making me feel like I’m burning from the inside out. I don’t want him hesitating because of it. I’ve waited so long to feel like this. I’m not letting him back out.
I feel his sharp intake of breath right before I move my hand between us, sliding it over the hardness straining against his pants.
He groans, low and primal, his head dropping forward as his hips jerk into my touch.
“Jesus Christ, Livia,” he growls, his voice rough like gravel as he closes his eyes for a moment, collecting himself.
When he looks back at me, his expression is feral, his lips curling into a dark, wicked smile.
“Just me,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss me again, his lips claiming mine. He bites my bottom lip, tugging gently before pulling back just enough to whisper against my mouth, “No one touches you like this. Just me.”
“Yes.” I nod, my body trembling beneath him, heat and excitement warring with the last shred of rational thought I have left. But the rational part of my brain doesn’t stand a chance, not with Rowan looking at me like this, touching me like this.
And honestly, rationality be damned. I know letting the captain of the Panthers in my bed could bite me in the ass. But I’m also powerless to justify anything except how badly I want him.
Rowan growls softly, his hand sliding up the side of my back. His hands are rough and impatient, and when he can’t find the zipper, his eyes flash with frustration.
“You’ve got three seconds to unzip this fucking dress,” he says, his voice low and full of warning, “or I’m ripping it off you.”
My breath catches at the raw, hungry look in his eyes, the threat sending a fresh wave of heat through me. With shaky hands, I reach behind me, fumbling with the zipper as he watches, his gaze burning into me.
He doesn’t waste a second, tugging my dress down my body until the fabric bunches around my waist. My breath hitches as the cool air hits my breasts, my nipples painfully hard.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. He leans down, his lips brushing against my collarbone before moving lower.
pure sin, a slow, agonizing drag of heat that has me arching closer, desperate for more.
My head tips back when his mouth closes around one nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. It feels like fire and pure sin, a slow, agonizing drag of heat that has me arching into his mouth, desperate for more. His hand slides up to cup my other breast, his thumb rubbing slow, teasing circles over my skin. I can’t hold back the moan that escapes me when he nips gently, his teeth grazing before he soothes the spot with his tongue.
Then he slides his down my side, over the curve of my hip, until it’s back between my legs. His fingers slide through my lips. My thighs tremble around him when he finds my swollen clit again, drawing a loud moan out of my throat.
“Christ, baby,” he groans. “You’re so ready.”
I can barely think, let alone speak, when he pulls back just enough to look me in the eyes.
“Undo my belt,” he orders.
My fingers shake as I reach for his waist, fumbling with the buckle, his eyes burn into mine. I manage to undo it, pulling the leather free with a soft hiss of metal. I feel the hardness of him straining against the fabric of his pants, and when I hesitate for just a moment, his hand covers mine.
“Take it out,” he says, his tone patient, guiding me.
I obey, sliding the zipper down and slipping my hand inside. My fingers wrap around him, and my eyes widen at the sheer size. He’s hard as steel and so impossibly big in my hand. My stomach twists with nerves and anticipation.
“See what you do to me?” he says, his hips shifting as I touch him.
I bite my lip and slowly start sliding my hand down. He sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes closing momentarily.
He’s hot and thick in my hand, the velvety feel of his cock sending waves of heat between my legs.
His hand leaves me just long enough to shove his pants down, and then his fingers move to the buttons on his shirt, flicking them open with a kind of impatient ease that makes my stomach tighten.
Holy. Hell.
The fabric falls off his shoulders, revealing cut abs, broad shoulders, and ink trailing down his arms—dark lines over hard muscle, a lethal combination of strength and every bad decision I’ve ever wanted to make. He hovers over me, raw intensity burning in his eyes.
He cups my face, leaning in to kiss me softly, the gentleness of it contrasting with the roughness of his voice.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he murmurs, his voice a low rasp against my lips. “We’ll make it fit.”
A gasp slips past my lips at his words.
“You’re taking all of me in this pretty little pussy,” he murmurs, his voice laced with a dark promise. “Every fucking inch.”
Heat pulses low in my belly, pooling deep, making my thighs clench.
“Mhm.” I nod, biting my bottom lip, trusting him despite the nervous energy buzzing under my skin.
Rowan leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he says, his voice softer now, his dominance tempered by care. “I’ll stop if you need me to.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” I shake my head, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
He smiles against my skin, kissing the top of my shoulder.
Rowan leans back just enough to pull a foil packet from his back pocket. His eyes are locked on mine, dark with desire and something possessive.
I watch, mesmerized, as he tears it open and rolls it down his thick length. His size makes my stomach flip with nerves, but the anticipation bubbling in my veins drowns out the doubt.
Rowan cups my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek as he settles between my thighs. His free hand slides down, spreading me open with his fingers. I watch, wide-eyed at the size difference.
“Look at me, baby,” he commands, his voice a soft growl.
My eyes snap to his reassuring and gentle eyes.
“This might hurt at first,” he murmurs, his tone softening for just a moment. “But I’ll go slow, and you’ll stretch around me.”
I nod, unable to form words, when I feel the head of his cock starting to press inside me. My body tenses instinctively, and Rowan leans down to kiss me, his lips gentle and reassuring.
“Relax, baby,” he whispers against my mouth. “trust me.”
He pushes in slowly, the stretch burning as my body struggles to adjust to him. I gasp, my nails digging into his biceps as he pauses, giving me time to breathe.
“Fuck,” he groans, his head dropping to the crook of my neck. “You’re so tight.”
The sound of his voice, deep and full of need, makes my hips arch against him. He pushes inside me another slow inch, tearing a whimper out of my throat as his cock stretches me to the limit.
He moves one hand between us, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing in slow, deliberate circles.
“Oh, God.” I throw my head back as the sharp sting of pain is quickly replaced by a growing warmth.
“That’s it,” Rowan says, his tone laced with approval. “That’s my good girl, taking me so well.”
I can’t stop the winch as he inches in deeper, his cock stretching me in ways I didn’t think were possible.
“You’re going to take all of me,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. “Inch by inch until I’m buried all the way inside this tight little pussy.”
Tears prick the corners of my eyes, not from pain but from the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled. My body trembles beneath him, every nerve ending alight as he moves his hips, pushing deeper until he’s fully seated inside me.
Rowan stills, his forehead resting against mine as we both catch our breath. “That’s it,” he rasps, his voice thick with restraint. “You’ve got all of me now, Livia. Every fucking inch.”
I nod, my eyes fluttering shut as the fullness turns into a delicious ache, my body adjusting to the invasion.
“Look at me, Livia,” he demands, his thumb brushing my cheek. “I want to see those gorgeous blue eyes.”
I do as he says, meeting his gaze. His expression is a cocktail of raw hunger and something softer, making my heart twist.
“You’re so fucking amazing,” he says, his voice dropping lower. “I’m going to start moving, baby.”
He pulls out slowly, only to push back in with the same deliberate pace. The friction sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, and I can’t hold back the cry that escapes my lips.
“That’s it,” Rowan says, with pride in his tone. “I need to hear you. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”
I cling to him, my body arching into his as his rhythm builds, every thrust drawing me closer to the edge. His fingers never leave my clit, the dual sensations sending me spiraling into a world where only Rowan exists.
“No one else gets to touch you like this.” His voice sharp, his lips brushing against my ear. “No one else gets to make you come. Only me, baby.”
“Yes,” I manage to gasp, my voice shaky and desperate.
He kisses me again, his tongue invading my mouth as he thrusts deeper, harder, his control slipping just enough to make me feel every ounce of his need, every inch of his cock sliding in and out of me.
I break the kiss, my head falling back, the heat pooling low in my belly threatening to consume me. Rowan’s name spills from my lips like a prayer, and he groans, his thrusts becoming rougher, his fingers circling faster. I feel myself clench around him as the pleasure builds.
I can't think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but hold onto him as his cock drags against every sensitive nerve inside me. His hips roll, the rhythm steady and maddening, each thrust sending sparks shooting through my body.
“Rowan,” I gasp, my voice trembling as I grip his shoulders. “I…I can’t—”
The pleasure is too much, more than I’ve ever felt, and my sanity is hanging on by a thread.
“You can,” he interrupts, his tone rough and commanding. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby. I’m making this pussy feel so good, aren’t I?”
I nod frantically, my nails digging into his shoulders now. He tilts his hips just right, hitting a spot inside me that makes me cry out, my entire body shuddering beneath him.
“You like that, baby?” he growls, his forehead dropping to mine. “Let me hear how much you fucking like it. I’ll make sure this pussy remembers me for days.”
His words unravel me, the heat pooling low in my belly, twisting tighter and tighter with every thrust. His fingers rub me in time with his movements, and my hips start to buck against him, chasing the pleasure that’s threatening to consume me.
“Rowan,” I moan, my voice desperate and raw. “Don’t stop.” He chuckles darkly. “It feels…so good,” I whimper, my cheeks flushing as the words leave my mouth.
“Mmm,” he purrs. “You like getting fucked, baby? Like how deep I’m going?”
“Yes,” I cry out, my head tipping back. “Rowan, please.”
“Fuck, yeah,” he groans, his pace quickening, his hips slapping against mine.
His hand grips my hip, holding me in place as he pumps into me, his cock sliding in and out with an intensity that makes my toes curl.
“You gonna let me feel this pussy come all over my cock?” he asks, leaning down to kiss my neck.
“Yes,” I groan.
“Of course, you fucking will,” he snarls, before he captures my lips in a bruising kiss. His tongue tangles with mine as his thrusts grow rougher, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room. His fingers press harder against my clit, the rhythm driving me closer and closer to the edge.
I pull back from the kiss, my head falling against the bed as my body arches into him. “Rowan, I’m—”
“I know, baby,” he grits out, his voice strained as he fights to hold himself back. “You’re so fucking close, aren’t you?”
His words push me closer to the brink, and I feel my walls flutter around him, the pleasure building to a crescendo.
“Let go,” he demands. “Show me how my girl looks when she comes.”
The moment his words hit me, the tension in my body snaps. Pleasure explodes through me, a white-hot wave that sends me spiraling into bliss. I cry out his name, my body trembling as my orgasm crashes over me, leaving me breathless and wrecked beneath him.
Rowan’s eyes roll back, his thrusts turning erratic as he chases his own release. “Fuck, Livia. You feel so fucking good.”
He buries himself deep inside me, his body going rigid as he groans my name, his release following mine. His head drops to the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he collapses on top of me, his weight comforting and grounding.
For a moment, the only sound in the room is our ragged breathing, the intensity of what just happened leaving us both speechless.
Then, Rowan presses a soft kiss to my shoulder, his lips lingering as his hand brushes over my side.
“Are you okay?” he asks, looking down at me. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” I shake my head, panting. “No, that was…God, Rowan.” I close my eyes, my brain short-circuiting.
He chuckles before I feel his fingers brush a strand of my hair out of my face. Then his fingers curl under my chin, guiding my lips to his.
“No one else gets to have you like this. No one. I’ll crush anyone who tries,” he whispers against my lips, his fingers tightening around my jaw.
“No one,” I whisper back, sliding my fingers into his hair.
I just let an NHL hockey god fuck me into oblivion. And it’s worth every single consequence that’ll come out of it.