Page 151 of The Powers of Nyx

“Pantie-less?” He quirked a teasing brow as he let his jeans slide down his muscled thighs, making a show of kicking them off.

Wetness pooled between my thighs as I took him in. Rowan had the body of a swimmer, all lithe muscle and wiry frame, but it suited him so well. More runes dotted his legs, each one a different swirling pattern.

I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth. His cock jutted out in front of him with a slight bend towards the head, thick around the base and swollen with veins that showed through the skin.

“I feel like I’m an animal on display,” he said, palming his cock. “Tell me it’s nice, at least.”

I snorted. “If I knew you’d be this needy…”

“You should want to take care of me,” he replied, pressing his free hand to his chest. “You’re taking my virginity.”

Shaking my head, I let the straps of my dress slip down my shoulders. “At the rate we’re going, Rowan, the only thing happening to you is a conversation about all ofthis.” I waved a hand around his body, which earned me a dramatic gasp. “All this talk makes me think you’re scared.”

“Me? Scared?” His brows shot up, and before I could respond, he threw himself onto the daybed. One hand still gripped the base of his cock, while he brought the other to rest behind hishead. “Oh baby, I’m just getting started. But don’t take the dress off…yet.”

Yet? This male was…something. But any thought of him being scared disappeared at the sincerity in his eyes. He was ready for the bond.

For life together.

Just as much as I was.

“I love you,” he murmured. “So, let’s start forever.”

By the Goddess, he knew how to take my emotions on a ride. He knew all the right words to have me melting for him. And I believed him, knew he meant everything, so I crawled onto the bed and straddled his hips.

Rowan released his dick, eyes flashing with hunger. As he took hold of my hips, I bit my lip. We met half-way with a searing kiss. Our tongues clashed, hurried and sloppy. But I was too excited to care. I wanted him more and more, and we were finally so close.

Reaching between us, I took him in my hand, pumping him to the tip and swiping my thumb over precum beading at the top.

His breath hitched, and I pulled back as I angled him at my entrance. “This goes at your pace,” I reminded him. “If you want to stop—”

“I’ll tell you,” he promised. “But trust me. I won’t need to.”

He held me steady as I slowly slid down his shaft. I held his gaze, cupping the back of his neck, and waited for him to nod before I went another inch.

“Fuck,” he said on a breath, chest heaving. “I’m good. You feel…fuck. You feel amazing.”

I bit my lip, seating myself fully on his cock. He twitched inside me, and as I tightened around him, the bend of his dick scraped inside me.

Rowan’s fingers bit harshly into my side as he bucked beneath me, allowing me to take him deeper. “Fuck. Shit. Going to be honest, I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”

“It’s fine,” I replied, kissing the corner of his lips. “Rub my clit. It’ll help us come together.”

He shuddered beneath me but nodded. “I feel it. The bond,” he whispered. “It wants you so bad.”

I rocked into him slowly, giving him time to adjust. But the soft thrill of my magic purring in my chest almost took control out of my hands. It wanted to claim him now. Complete the bond fast.

But I wanted to give him more than that.

“Meet me with your own thrusts,” I said, lifting myself enough to give him room to do so.

Hesitantly, Rowan lifted his hips and thrust into me.

It lit a spark within him, a fiery hunger that burned in his eyes. He slid an arm around my waist and without warning, thrust into me again.

“This feels better,” he said, guiding me into pace with him. “It feels too good.”

Our eyes remained locked, as I slid my hand between us. His breath hitched, but he didn’t take his eyes off mine. “You’re doing so well,” I murmured. “Hold on.”

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