Page 36 of Claiming Charlotte

“No, don’t stop,” she swallowed hard and drew in a sharp breath.

Reaching between us, she took me in her firm grasp and stroked my shaft until it was ready and waiting to give her exactly what she needed. My breath caught in my throat as she rubbed her thumb through the precum on my tip and shifted her hips to line me up at her entrance.

“Please, Rowan,” she whispered.

I cradled her needy face in my hands as I slowly pressed into her, filling her in exactly the way she wanted. Our eyes locked together as we moved and I paused every few thrusts, letting her adjust to all the sensations, and she reassured me that she was okay each time. When her body relaxed into mine and her legs wrapped around me, I picked up my pace, resting my head against the crook of her neck as I moved.

“Oh God, yes,” she moaned breathily as her hips matched my pace effortlessly.

“You’re mine, Princess. Always,” I rubbed my hand across her peaked nipple and down her belly, stopping at the base of her abdomen and pushing down slightly.

Driving deep inside her, I could feel my cock inside her underneath my palm and took hers gently resting it in the same place. She moaned and thrust her hips toward me. “You feel that, Lottie? Feel me inside you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. I practically lost my mind at the feeling of myself moving inside her.

Rolling my hips, the base of my cock brushed her clit, and she cried out in pleasure, a sound I never thought I’d hear again.

“That mark is nothing. You are mine.” I growled.

I moved my hand from her stomach to the back of her head and lifted her face to my chest, rolling my hips, giving her long, slow thrusts. She clung to me as I buried myself to the hilt each time.

“You belong to me. Every inch of you, Lottie. Every moan, every orgasm, every piece of you is mine,” I whispered in the crook of her neck, nipping at her skin, reveling in my own feelings of pleasure.

“Yes. Right there, don’t stop,” Charlotte moaned hotly, matching me stroke for stroke.

“Take your time and enjoy this, it’s okay if you don’t get there,” I encouraged, as I kissed her, sucking her tongue and swallowing her moans. It took some time, but soon she dug her nails into my shoulder as she met her climax, and I followed shortly after.

I leaned my forehead against hers, tracing my finger along her cheeks.

“I was brave, right?” she asked me in a hushed tone with her eyes closed. “It took too long; I'm sorry.”

“So brave,” I responded, smiling as I pulled her into me. “You’ll get there Charlotte, I promise.”

The sun's rays cast their full effect on us today, and I twisted my cap around wiping the sweat from my brow as I watched Lottie swing. It brought back memories of when my mother would push me and I would kick, seeing how high I could go, and laughed when my mom would yell to stop jumping from it. I stopped, but only when I broke my arm. Lottie had been down, realizing tomorrow we would have to go back, and it willed me to just keep her here indefinitely, I don't think she would refuse.

She was my nature girl, always allowing the fresh air and the sound of fresh running creek water to speak to her, it wasn’t fair the life she was dealt, but I would make sure we came out here at least once every couple months to recharge. I needed to teach her something important, and now was the right time, and I knew she would fight me about it.

“Lottie” I called out and she turned around to face me.? I waved her over before I reached into my waistband pulling out my gun.

“What are you doing with that, Rowan?” she questioned cautiously.

I connected the silencer to the barrel and looked toward her.

“You're going to learn to shoot it, Princess.”

Charlotte

“I don’t want to shoot Rowan.”

He looked at me, with an expression I couldn't quite pinpoint before a sigh left him.

“Charlotte, I can protect you if it comes to hand-to-hand combat, or even a knife fight, but I can’t shoot right now; I need to know that if someone is shooting at you, you're defended.”

“So are you saying you wouldn't jump in front of a bullet for me,” I teased, running my hand up his chest.

“Stop being stubborn, Princess.”

He stepped toward me as I stepped back. His hands slithered around my waist, and he turned me around to face the water. “Hold this gun like you hold my cock, Charlotte, tight grip, pretend the trigger is the tip.”

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