Page 51 of Claiming Charlotte

I felt Walker behind me, digging his fingers into my skin as he violated me in ways I never thought possible.

I’ve waited so long for this…” His voice echoed through my memories, and I had to remind myself that it wasn’t him, it was Rowan. It felt like phantom hands held me down and I couldn't move. I squeezed my eyes shut against the tears threatening to fall. Willing my soul to return to my body so I could speak up about my panic.

“Stop, stop!” I cried, feeling a nail break as I scratched the surface of the desk. I reached behind me to push Rowan off of me.

He pulled out quickly, and I turned to face him, shame clouding my features as I held my hand up to stop Rowan from touching me. “I’m sorry,” I said ashamedly. “I’m so sorry.”

Rowan folded me in his arms, tucking me against my chest, and kissed my forehead as my ragged breathing gave away my anxiety. The sound of his slowing heartbeat brought me back to the moment.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Princess. You’re safe…I promise. Talk to me, what happened?”

“I…I don’t know,” I said, clutching my chest. I felt hot suddenly and wondered why it was so warm in the room. My face was numb and I began to feel dizzy.

“I…can’t breathe,” I choked out.

“Charlotte, you’re having a panic attack.” His eyes filled with concern as he lifted my face to his so I could look at him. “I need you to breathe, Princess. Deep breath for me.”

I latched onto his arm, hanging on for dear life. I wouldn’t let anything, real or imagined, take away the one person who could keep my head above water. His voice sounded distant through the ringing in my ears and the choked breaths left my lips.

“Why are you so far away,” I whispered.

As Rowan held onto me, I kept repeating the same thoughts in my head over and over, willing myself to relax. I know I’m safe. I just have bad days sometimes and today is one of them…

“Come back to me, Lottie. You’re safe,” he whispered, kissing my hair. After a few breaths, my symptoms subsided, and I began feeling like myself again.

Looking up at him, I placed a hand on his cheek and wiped away the tears that managed to escape his eyes as I came back to reality.

“Please keep going,” I whispered, angry with myself that we had to stop. He shook his head furiously and knit his eyebrows together.

“Charlotte, you just had a panic attack. I’m not going to take advantage of you like that,” he said softly, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear.

I sniffed as I brought his hand up and placed it on my breast.

“I’m safe. I need you, please,” I begged, a small sob escaping my lips.

His hand grazed my nipple, and before I knew it he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my lips. Rowan lifted me from the desk and moved me toward the large oval table in the center of the room. Deepening his kiss, he laid me down and rolled my nipple between his finger and thumb.

“Make me feel good, Roe.” I moaned out.

His other hand traced down my body, a familiar warmth following his trail. He glanced at me and I nodded my assent, trying to relax as his finger rubbed small, gentle circles around my clit. My body was still shaking from the panic attack I’d experienced, but his gentle, loving touch performed wonders as it calmed my racing heart.

“That's it, take it nice and slow.” he encouraged softly.

“I love you,” I whispered in return.

His hands cradled my face as he pushed into me slowly. I felt every inch of him pulse inside me as he rocked back and forth, grinding his hips into mine.

“Keep your eyes on me, Lottie. Always on me,” he grunted, putting his forehead against mine.

“Harder, Rowan,” I pleaded, and he complied, rolling his hips against mine in slower, harder strokes. I moaned loudly as his thumb continued slow, soft circles on my clitoris, and I could feel my orgasm slowly building.

My legs were shaky and I could feel my juices sliding down into the crack of my ass where it dripped onto the table as he fucked me. My mouth fell open, and I could feel his cock swell inside me.

“You can let go, Princess. You’re safe,” he urged, kissing me deeply and swallowing my moans of pleasure.

My vision blurred as my orgasm washed over me, and at the same time Rowan’s body jerked as he spilled his release shortly after. He barely caught himself and collapsed on top of me.

“I love you,” he whispered, pulling me into his embrace.

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