Page 51 of Tempting Promises
The pressure increases again, and he moves in a slow circle. “Answer me, Charlotte. Do you like me licking your pussy?”
“Yes,” I mutter, shoving my hips up to get more friction.
“Do you want to come on my tongue, sweet girl?”
My nerves are shot. I’m climbing back up again, desperate for the pinnacle. “You know I do.”
“Then beg. Tell me how much you want it, and it’s yours.”
Begging is so not my thing, but right now, there’s not much I wouldn’t do to get off. “Please, give me your mouth,” I say, my body trembling. “Eat me out and get me off.”
Rowan doesn’t make me say more, he shoves my legs even farther apart, holding me wide open to the empty room with his strong hands. That tremble is more like full-on shaking now as I can’t move my lower half because he has me immobilized.
“Rowan, yes! Fuck yes! You feel so good. God, I hate that you feel so damn good!” I start talking, my mind unable to control what comes out. “I hate that it’s you, but God, it’s you. Please, fuck, I’m going to come!”
He moans, his tongue moving even faster. I don’t know if it’s being pinned down or whatever magical skill he has. Maybe it’s both.
I’m coming apart. I scream, my heart pounding as my orgasm crashes through me.
I swear the world around me goes dark for a moment, and then I’m gasping for breath.
As soon as I have control of myself, I shift, needing the upper hand.
“Get on your back,” I tell him.
He smirks. “Ask nicely.”
I shake my head. “I swear to God, you stupid, arrogant asshole, you either get on your back now or be prepared to need a very cold walk from some severe blue balls. You have two seconds to decide.”
Rowan smirks, his arm darts out, grabbing me and tossing me on my back before I can even get to the count of one. He hovers above me. “Now, I told you to ask nicely.” His hand squeezes my ass. “I think you need to be fucked into submission.”
I laugh at that. “I will never submit.”
“Challenge accepted.”
I feel his dick slide against my clit, and I moan. The emotions inside me are at war. On one hand, I want to tell him no, to push him away and not let this happen. The other part of me is desperate to feel him inside me. For him to take me, to drown out all the noise and anger and pain from the last few months.
I’m tired of fighting.
I fight everything on my own, and God, I know it’s insane and wrong on so many levels, but I don’t want to fight anymore.
Rowan’s eyes stay on mine. “I swear, Charlotte, you will submit, and when you do, I’ll take it all from you.”
As though he can read my damn thoughts. Why him? Why can’t it be anyone else? Why does it have to be the one man in the world I could and should never let have control over me? The man who has driven away my support because he was a bastard. Rowan Whitlock, who I have sworn to hate but who has saved me multiple times, against my damn wishes and wants. Yet, here he is again, offering me a glimpse at a reprieve from all of the stress.
Even if it only lasts a brief time.
Don’t I deserve it?
My jaw is so tight from trying to hold on. He rocks again, and his voice is soft like silk against my skin. “Let me take it from you.”
The promise in those words hangs over my head like a gift.
I toss my head back and forth, wanting to keep some kind of control. Needing it because without it, I’ll break. “I can’t.”
“You can.”
I stare up at him as he rocks again. “Give in, Charlotte.”
