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“Hmm?” I whisper as he presses his thumb to my clit through my panties and a zap of pleasure rushes through me.

“Our bodiesdoalways know exactly what they need, all we have to do is listen…” He pinches my clit and this time I cry out. My eyes meet his, and he smirks. He knows he owns me. His pupils are blown out and full of lust, his hair is perfectly messy, and his strong arms are flexed as he holds me firmly in place.

“Yeah, I’m gonna give you just what your body needs.” His voice is low and deep.

“Yes…please,” I moan, not even getting the words out before my eyes roll back.

When I feel his first two fingers push the lace of my panties aside and he’s met with my soaking core, he groans low and deep into my lips.

“Fuuuuck,Vi…” he mutters. “This all for me, love?”

It’s a simple word, but the sound of Rowan calling me “love” is my undoing.

“Yes, all for you…” I mutter incoherently.

“You ready to be honest with me now?” he asks, pushing his first two fingers into my pussy. I whimper and clench around him as he stretches me. “See, I’m not afraid to admit that I’ve been thinking about you every waking second, since the moment I knew you were back in town. Now, you admit you’ve been thinking about me too.”

I pant breathlessly as Rowan works his fingers in and out of my pussy, all while keeping his thumb moving against my clit in tight circles.

“Come on, Vi, be honest.”

I tip my head down to meet his blue eyes just wanting to fuck with him.

“Notallthe time,” I say, trying my best to maintain control when really, I feel like I’m about to come all over his hand.

His fingers stop their gentle assault and he pulls back slightly to lay a tight little slap to my clit.

“I said, ‘honest,’” he commands in a deep timbre under the shell of my ear.

I shiver as the pain he just caused is erased by the slow sweep of my own arousal being spread through my slit and then over my clit, as if he’s soothing the pain he just caused.Fucking hell, that feels good.

“I think of you, yes,” I moan.

“When?” he asks, working his fingers back in like a reward for my honesty.

“When I want to…feel good,” I mutter, lost to the way he’s finger fucking my pussy.

“I see…when you want to come, that’s when you think of me?”

“Yes,” I admit, feeling just free enough as his fingers slide into me in a hypnotizing rhythm. “And I…think about you a lot more than that. A lot more than I should. It’s goddamn frustrating,” I add.

“Oh, yeah? Tell me more.” I can almost feel his smirk skating across my neck with my admission. He loves that I’m at his mercy right now, but I’m too far gone to care, because the way he’s touching me tells me my body is just an instrument and he’s going to play me expertly, over and over again.

“I think of you…doing exactly this,” I cry out. His words, the dirty things he says, his touch, all of it is too much. It’s like a sort of sensory overload and I’m helpless to stop it.

“Just this?” he asks, adding more pressure to my clit. A zap of pleasure shoots up my body.

“And fucking me,” I blurt out, but it’s exactly what he wants.

“Do you want to hear my confession too?” he asks.

I nod in answer, barely able to keep it together, let alone answer him.

“This morning, I fucked my own hand, imagining this. Imagining making youthiswet for me. Imagining doing unholy, depraved things to you. And I’m not ashamed to admit it. Do you know why?”

I mewl into him with his words. “Why?”

“Because you feel like my center Vi. You bring me peace, but Christ, all I want to do is fuck you like we’re at war.”

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