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~ROWAN~

Two months later

The elevator ride up is a blur of Livia laughing, her body pressed against mine, her warmth seeping into my skin. She’s tipsy and happy, wearing that little smirk she gets when she knows she’s got me wrapped around her fucking finger. And she does. She always has.

I slide my keycard into the suite’s door, and she stumbles in ahead of me, kicking off her heels with a sigh that sounds almost pornographic.

I shut the door behind us and lock it. Not because I think anyone’s coming after us, but because I don’t want a single goddamn thing interfering with this moment.

Livia spins around, eyes still bright from the night, from the champagne, from watching the Panthers pull off a win against one of the best in the NHL. It was tough and bloody, but we fucking did it.

“Okay, I know I said I’d pace myself tonight, but I lied.” She drags her hands down her face dramatically. “I am so drunk.”

“No shit.” I smirk, stepping toward her.

“Hey.” She points at me, squinting like she’s trying to focus. “Don’t be an asshole. I deserve to be drunk. My PR work was flawless. Your games have been selling out like fresh bread and the headlines are glowing for the Panthers. And the way you’ve been trending all season?” She waves a hand. “Honestly? I should win the Stanley Cup.”

“You want a reward, baby?” I stalk closer.

Her breath catches. She knows that tone.

And fuck, I’m not even pretending to play it cool. After two months of having her like this, mine completely, I still haven’t gotten enough.

I never will.

I don’t stop until she’s backed against the hotel room’s massive floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights stretching behind her. A perfect view. But nothing compares to this. Her.

Livia sways slightly, still tipsy, but when I drag a finger along the strap of her dress, tracing her shoulder, her breath stutters.

“You wanna know what I think?” My voice is low, rough.

“What?” She exhales shakily.

I slide my hand up her arm, curling around her throat, not tight, just enough to tilt her chin up, make her look at me.

“I think you do deserve a reward.”

Her lips part.

I lean in, dragging my nose along her jaw, breathing her in. Vanilla, champagne, and the faintest trace of sweat from hours spent celebrating. I fucking love it. Love that I get to have her like this, flushed from victory, eyes still burning with that fire.

“But you wanna know what else I think?” I murmur against her skin.

“Hmm?” She swallows.

“I think you like it when I make you work for it.” I grip her waist, pulling her flush against me. Let her feel exactly how much I want her. I unzip her dress and step back. “Strip.”

“You do it for me.” She gives me a playful smile.

“Hope you’re not too fond of it.” I smirk as my fingers curl around the thin fabric before I pull, each hand going in the opposite direction. The sound of fabric tearing cuts through the air as I shred her little dress to pieces.

And then I step back to admire what I’ve done. What’s left of her dress is scattered on the floor.

“Fuck.” I close my eyes before I step closer and, in one swift motion, twist her body toward the window.

Now, she’s standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in nothing but lace panties, her breath fogging up the glass as she looks down at the city lights below.

I step behind her, hands on her waist, lips grazing her ear.

“Do you have any idea how many people would kill for this view?” I murmur, dragging my fingers down her stomach, feeling the way her muscles tighten beneath my touch.

“You mean the skyline?” She shivers, her hands pressing against the glass.

“No, baby.” My teeth scrape her earlobe as I cup her between her thighs. “I mean this. ”

She lets out a sharp gasp, her forehead resting against the glass.

I smirk. Yeah, I’m gonna wreck my girl tonight.

I tug her panties down, letting them pool at her feet. Then I slide my fingers through her slick heat, groaning when I feel how wet she already is for me.

“Fuck.” My voice is rough. “You’re for me already.” I say as I dip two fingers inside her sweet pussy.

“You can feel it,” she whimpers, shifting her hips, seeking more friction.

“Oh, indeed.” I chuckle darkly, sliding my fingers deeper, feeling the way she clenches around them.

She pushes back against me, pressing her ass against my cock, and fuck, it drives me crazy.

“Rowan,” she breathes, her voice all soft, needy, and mine.

I yank my belt open and pull my zipper down, my cock already aching for her.

I don’t tease.

I don’t hesitate.

I line myself up and push inside her in one slow, deep stroke until I’m buried to the hilt, until I feel her pussy tighten and stretch around me, until her sharp gasp turns into a moan that makes my fucking knees weak.

“Fuck, baby.” My forehead drops to her shoulder.

She fists her hands against the glass, her breath coming in uneven, desperate little pants.

“Rowan…” she whimpers.

I bite down on her shoulder, sucking a mark into her skin. “Say my name again.”

“Rowan,” she moans, throwing her head back. “Oh my god, Rowan, please!”

And that’s all it takes for something primal to snap inside me.

I grip her hips hard and fuck her with slow, deep strokes, making her feel every inch, making her take it.

She’s panting against the glass, her nails dragging down the window, leaving faint smudges.

“God,” she gasps. “You’re so deep.”

“You can take it, baby.” I slide my hand up her stomach, fingers wrapping around her throat, tilting her head back. My lips graze her jaw. “You always take it.”

She moans, her body arching into mine, her hips meeting every thrust, taking me like she was made for this, made for my cock. For me, just like I was made for her.

I watch her reflection in the window, the way her lips part, the way her eyes flutter, the way her pussy swallows up my cock, the way her perfect tits bounce with every thrust.

It’s fucking obscene.

It’s fucking beautiful.

“Are you enjoying the skyline?” I murmur, my hand sliding down to rub her clit, making her whimper. “Or are you watching yourself getting fucked?”

She nods frantically, her body shaking, her thighs trembling.

“Rowan,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “I…”

I grip her jaw, forcing her to look at me in the reflection.

“Let go, baby.” My voice is rough, almost growling. “Fucking come for me.”

She falls apart with a sharp cry, her walls clenching around me so fucking tight I can’t breathe, can’t think , can’t do anything except follow her over the edge.

I groan into her neck as I come, my grip tightening, my body shaking from how fucking hard she just took me down. I spill everything I have inside her until I feel it all over my fingers as I keep rubbing her clit slowly. Fuck, I’ll never get tired of filling my girl.

For a few long seconds, the only sounds in the room are our ragged breaths, the faint hum of the city below, the echo of her name still leaving my lips.

And then I press my forehead against her shoulder, kissing her damp skin, trying to catch my breath.

“Fuck.” I let out a low, breathless chuckle. “We might’ve just traumatized half of the city.”

She laughs weakly, turning her head to look at me, still flushed, still glowing, still the most fucking beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Let them watch,” she whispers, voice hoarse. “Let them see how good you make me feel,” she adds, using my own words against me.

And Jesus fucking Christ, I love it. I love her.

I press a kiss into her hair. “You good?”

She hums. “Better than good.”

“I’ll take that as a glowing review.” I smirk, my hand trailing lower.

She smacks my chest, but she’s smiling.

Because this? This isn’t just sex. This isn’t just heat or a good time. This is her. My girl. The one who gets under my skin in a way no one else ever has.

“Did you like your reward?” I tighten my hold on her.

“Oh, I did.” She lifts her head, eyes soft, a little amused. “But I think the captain deserves an award, too.”

“Oh yeah?” I grin. “What do you have in mind, Miss Moody?”

She twists in my grip, turning to face me before pushing me back. She stalks toward me in nothing but her stilettos, pushing me down on the bed.

“I’m hungry, Mr. DiMarco,” she pouts, tilting her head to the side. “And I think you’re just the thing I’ve been craving.”

I grin as she takes another slow step toward me, I prop myself up on my elbows.

“You want to take a bite?” I raise a brow.

“Mhm.” She nods before dropping to her knees in front of me. “I want to devour you.”

And with one last lingering look, her full lips part as she takes my growing cock inside her mouth.

“God, baby,” I pant, throwing my head back. I don’t have to fight anymore. I don’t have to push or run or pretend.

Because she’s mine, and I’m utterly hers.

No doubt. No fear.

Just us.

THE END