Page 12 of Love & Other Killers

“That’s more like it,” he says as he grips my thigh with one hand, still pressing on my belly with the other to capture the cadence of his thrusts in his palm. “God, the fucking feel of you, Sloane. That tight pussy. Those fucking piercings.” He glides out of me, wrapping his fist around his cock as he slowly drags the crown over the titanium balls of my fourchette piercing. A deep groan rumbles in his chest when he slams back into me. “Fuckingheaven.”

The thrusts come harder. Sweat mists my skin. I map Rowan’s body with my fingers, relish the tension in his muscles as he drives us closer and closer to unraveling. His fingers travel down my thigh until his thumb circles my clit with perfect pressure. My body tightens, coiling in torsional need. Spiraling into rapture. I close my eyes. And all I see are stars.

A feral, desperate sound escapes my lips as I come undone.

Rowan is right there with me, trembling as he falls apart with a cry of my name. He drops to his elbows. Presses hislips to mine. He consumes my fractured thoughts with his kiss. Just like every time, he pulls me apart and puts me back together again with every sweep of his tongue over mine, with every caress.

It takes a long while for us to separate, but inevitably, exhaustion creeps in to claim us. Before long, we’ve gotten cleaned up and slipped back beneath the unfamiliar sheets of the cottage. Rowan gathers me in his arms and pulls me close.

“In case you forgot, I won the Annual August Showdown,” I whisper.

Rowan’s laugh warms the dark. “You did?”

“Yeah. I’ll remind you tomorrow.”

“I’d expect nothing less.” He presses a kiss to my neck, a shiver spidering across my skin. “I love you, Blackbird.”

I grip tighter to Rowan’s hand where it lays across my heart. “I love you, too, Butcher.”

With one last kiss, we fall asleep, two monsters wrapped in each other’s arms. Right where we’ve always belonged.