Page 56 of Fastlander Fealty

“Come on Silver. Give it to me.”

“Owen!”

His teeth clamped onto the side of her neck and he bucked against her as she came, gripping his fingers so hard.

“I need you,” she pleaded.

“Fuck!” he growled, and unfastened his jeans with his free hand, shoved them down and then pulled his fingers out of her, pushed her shorts and panties to her knees and she could see it. She could see the exact moment in the reflection of the mirror when his long, thick shaft slid into her. It was a moment of shock at the girth, and he stayed still in her, stayed deep, pulsing his hips, pushing her forward gently as he drew out the remnants of her orgasm.

His eyes were tightly closed and the intense look on his face was so damn sexy. He liked being inside of her, and she felt powerful.

When he opened his eyes, they were trained on her in the mirror, and he eased back just enough to unzip her top in the back and slide it over her head. With the snap of his fingers, he unfastened her bra and she let it slide off her arms and onto the counter.

She should’ve been self-conscious, right? Being so exposed and vulnerable in front of him? She wasn’t though. It was impossible to feel that way when he so obviously enjoyed the sight of her bare skin.

He reached around her and cupped her breast in one hand, wrapped his other arm around her waist and eased back, then back into her, gliding easily in the wet arousal he’d created in her.

“Oh my gosh, Owen,” she whispered helplessly as the pressure built inside of her middle again.

This was so sexy, watching him work her body like this. Watching his big, slick shaft pushing into her deep, then easing back by inches. Watching his strong arms gripping her so tightly against his chest. Watching the need in his eyes.

Need for her.

He stroked into her harder, and built the inferno in her belly. Built the friction. She was going to come again. “Please!” she cried.

Owen dragged her suddenly to the floor, and on hands and knees, she rocked forward with his deep stroke. Her breasts bobbed with each buck, and she was already there. She was already there!

He made the sexiest sound against her ear and then as her body shattered for a second time, he came in her, his body pulsing with release. Warmth jetted into her, and she closed her eyes to the world as her body felt better than she’d ever experienced before.

He didn’t rush her. Instead, he moved inside of her slower, deeper, pulling out every pulse of pleasure from her body, and when she hung her head, exhausted and sated, he eased out of her and settled her onto the bathroom floor. She couldn’t do anything else. She had to lay here, body trembling with ecstasy after what had just been done to it.

Owen locked his arms on the counter and stood over her, breath flexing his abs. His eyes were closed, his hair mussed, every line of his body powerful.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he opened his eyes to look at her. A slow smile stretched his lips as he took her in. “I need a picture of you just like this.”

She let off a soft laugh, unable to even imagine what she looked like right now. “You can take one.”

Owen pushed off the counter and left the room, returned with his phone, and took a picture of her, then ran the water.

She moved to get up, but he shook his head. “Wait there.”

He placed a dry towel under her head and ran a washrag under warm water, and to her absolute shock, he knelt beside her, and cleaned her.

A man cleaned her.

Owen washed her thighs of his release, and then pressed the warm rag to her sex, and oooh, it felt so perfect after everything.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

His smile was soft, and slowly, he leaned forward, and traced her traitor mark.

And then he drew his finger to his own cheek, and traced one down his face.

And oh, she understood. She’d asked him how far he would go with the traitor, and he was owning it.

Once upon a time, she had betrayed her people.

By being with her, in a way, Owen was choosing to betray his too.

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