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She moaned softly as I nibbled on her ear before pushing into her.

“Say it, Charlotte,” I commanded.

The first few thrusts were slow, I wanted to make sure she could take it before I went any further, but her cunt was like a vise, pulling me in. With one hand on her hip, I moved the other to her hair, intertwining it in my fingers and drove into her hard.

Her back arched against me, her sweaty body molding into mine perfectly as she screamed out. “Only you can touch me like this! Oh God Rowan, please!”

Her body was hot and tight, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. “Go ahead Lottie, confess. Confess to me how much you like to be tied up and used.”

Pulling her taught against my chest and picking up speed as my cock slicked with her juices I said, “One of these days, Lottie, I will fuck another baby into you.”

Thrusting in and out, I found my eyes unable to leave for form, her mouth gaped open taking every inch I drove into her. She's so beautiful, brave, and strong.

She’s mine and I'll remind her of that every time I claim this naughty woman arched against me. “Even if I have to tie you down and inseminate you myself.”

“Rowan I’m—,” She cried out. I flattened my hand on the middle of her back and fucked into her nice and slow letting the orgasm drive the jerks of her body as she clenched tightly around me and I followed her, filling her with my seed.

I carried her to the bathroom, where a warm bath was already waiting for her, bubbles in her favorite scent; vanilla and lavender. I supported her shaking body, washing every inch of her, and then I tilted a bottle of water against her lips and watched as she drank it down.

Holding her close, I kissed her on the top of her head.

“I’m sorry I made you do that,” she sniffed, and I brought her close to my chest and placed a kiss on her cheek. “ I shouldn’t have put you through that pain.”

She groaned in pain when I slowly stroked the fresh wound. “Now, when you look at it, you will remember how you came out of this. I’m not sorry,” I whispered into her hair.

“I love you,” she whispered into my chest.

“And if you ever question that, it means I’m not doing my job, Princess.”

27

CHARLOTTE

Last night's events were somewhat of a blur, yet memorable. I couldn’t believe he actually did it for me, and my stomach fluttered at the thought. I felt it today though as I sat up with a groan noticing Rowan wasn't beside me, the lingering smell of pancakes swirled around me; leading me to jump out of bed with a slight gasp. I figured there would be some repercussions from last night, but it was worth it.

Following the wonderful scent brought me into the kitchen where Roe sat at the stove cracking an egg, whistling.

“Shit, I lost some shell.” He muttered under his breath.

Leaning against the doorway, I watched as he was just...being himself, and I didn’t think I could love him any more than I do now. This moment would be etched in my brain forever. I’d accepted our loss and that it might be hard trying again, between my reproductive issues and the lifestyle I lived, but I also hadn't had anyone that I thought about taking that step with. And I wanted to, with Rowan, nothing would bring me more joy than to have a family with the man standing in front of me, or at least try.

Rowan appeared in front of me, and it pulled me out of my daydream.

“You aren’t supposed to be awake Princess, I was bringing you breakfast in bed.” he said, peering down at me.

“Sorry I ruined the surprise.” I replied with a sheepish smile. “Do you need any help?”

He placed a kiss on my forehead and smiled. “Yes, it would be very helpful if you remove yourself from the kitchen so I can finish.”

I laughed as he swatted my ass with the towel that was previously draped over his shoulder.

“Fine,” I mumbled, grabbing a book from the shelf and curling up on the couch.

Roe had this whole new aura about him, maybe it was attributed to last night, but I know as soon as we go back, he would revert to the Rowan he had to be. What if it doesn't have to be this way? I grabbed the plate from him as he took a seat next to me.

“What if we stayed here?” I blurted out.

This would be an amazing home for us, even if it ended up just being us. I was confident I could always go back and forth when my men needed me, and with so much technology, it was easy to continue to modernize; it allowed me to do more than the traditional ways of my Father. We could live our life and remain safe, and I could still be the leader of the organization. He was dead silent, looking down at his plate in thought, before looking up at me sadly.

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