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Knowing exactly what she needed now, I stepped into her, my body aligning with hers. “Then let me help you forget. Let me take those thoughts away at least for the moment. Let me take control, Rhowyn.”

Chapter Twenty: Rhowyn

All I could do was nod in confirmation. I had never been the type to allow someone else to take control, not in such a way as this, but I trusted Arryn, and I needed what he was offering me.

His eyes held mine captive as he spoke, his strong body towering over me. “Say the words, Rhowyn. I need to know you're okay with this.”

I swallowed, heat gathering in my core and butterflies swirling at what he was implying. “I want this, Arryn.”

He nodded, but instead of taking me in his arms like I thought he would, he threw a hand to the door. “What are you doing?” I asked him, confused.

“I'm ensuring that no one can interrupt us by swelling the wood of the door and shutting us in,” he said simply, his eyes meeting mine again with a hunger I'd never seen from him before.

He took a step back from me, his eyes running along my body, causing me to shift as I waited for him to say something, anything. He simply locked his eyes to mine again. “Take your clothes off, Rhowyn.”

His voice was husky and demanding, teasing me to comply. I took the hem of my shirt in both hands, which were still wrapped from my session with the heavy bag, crossing my arms and lifting. My shirt came off in one smooth motion as I stood before him in my sports bra. His eyes took in every movement as if I was the only thing he could see.

His focus on my body was intoxicating. I slipped my hands into the waistband of my leggings, pulling them down my legs slowly before standing before him. Still, he didn't move, just waited patiently for me to obey.

Needing him to touch me, to consume me so fully that my thoughts couldn't haunt me anymore, I stripped out of my sports bra and panties, leaving myself vulnerable to his gaze. Every inch of me exposed to his perusal, which he took his sweet time in enjoying, the only expression on his face was that of hunger.

I felt the caress of his eyes as they trailed down my body as if he was actually touching me. I tried to stand there patiently, but was unable to, squeezing my legs together as each minute that passed in silence increased my desire.

Finally, he sauntered toward me slowly, and I inhaled as he reached a hand out for me, eager for his touch on my skin. He took my hand in his and started to unwrap the cloth slowly, watching his every movement. He dropped the wrap to the floor before starting on the other hand. When he revealed my other hand, removing the last piece of cloth that separated me from him, he didn't drop the wrap to the floor. He simply pulled it taut between his hands. “Put your hands behind you.” His words were gentle, but his tone didn't leave any room for argument.

I did as he said, my arms stretching behind me and thrusting my chest forward. His eyes jumped to catch the action, darting a tongue out to wet his lips as he eyed my breasts, stepping into me and brushing his chest against them. My nipples pebbled at the feel of the course fabric against my sensitive skin.

He took the wrap and began winding it around one wrist and then the other, securing me tightly. He tugged on the knots, testing them, satisfied when they didn't give or allow me any room to move. He looked at me then. “If at any time you need me to stop, just tell me.”

I nodded again, swallowing the lump in my throat and wetting my lips.

He simply raised an eyebrow at me. “Words, Rhowyn.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said breathily, giving in to the need to submit to him. I knew he wouldn't take advantage of me, that he would cherish what I was offering him.

His eyes narrowed briefly at my words, and he inhaled. “You smell so divine. Do you know that, Rhowyn?”

“No, Sir,” I said, knowing that this was what he needed to hear as well.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured huskily, pushing me backward, his warm hand going to my lower back to steady me until my back was resting on the wall. My hips were thrust out now, my hands keeping me from being flush against the cold stone. His warm body was a welcome contrast.

He leaned in and inhaled my scent next to my ear, and I arched my neck to give him access to me, squeezing my thighs together. “None of that now,” he chided, noticing my actions.

He used one of his feet to push both of my legs wider so I couldn't rub them together anymore, taking away all of my control in this situation. “That's better. All of your pleasure will be mine to give you. Is that understood, Rhowyn?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, my own voice husky with desire.

“Good girl,” he praised me, and I couldn't help the pride that ran through me, knowing I had pleased him.

He leaned in again and ran his nose from my ear, down my arched neck, stopping at my collarbone to kiss it. His tongue darted out to tease the spot, and I closed my eyes, luxuriating in the feeling of his mouth on my skin.

A sharp sting had my eyes flying back open before the caress resumed. He smiled at my reaction to his bite even as he kissed the offended spot. He traveled further down, following my sternum with his tongue marking every inch. Leaning back, he raised a hand, taking my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it between his fingers. I sucked in a breath, heat racing straight to my core at the touch, my eyes closing. A pinch had my eyes flying open again.

He chuckled. “Keep your eyes open, Rhowyn, and watch what I do to you.”

Fuck me. He was so hot like this. I needed more. At my nod of acquiescence, he leaned in slowly, his eyes locked to mine. I was hoping he'd suck on my nipple, but instead, he bit down hard, causing me to gasp in shock. The pain was just barely on the right side of pleasure. In true form, he then wrapped his tongue around my nipple and sucked, replacing the pain with pure pleasure.

He pulled back, and I whimpered. “Words, Rhowyn,” he demanded from me more forcefully.

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