Page 129 of Somebody's Watching Me
Rowan rose up to whisper directly in her ear. “Because I am about to fuck the hell out of you, and I need you to pick a safe word so I’ll know if I’m giving you too much,” he explained calmly. “Don’t question me again.”
“Wolf?”
He kissed her temple. Yeah, he liked that too.
“Wolf it is.”
Returning to work, he dropped to his knees, gorging himself on her a little longer. But since this was a punishment, he kept release just out of reach, driving her to the edge before pulling back again and again.
“Rowan!” she growled at him as if she were the one wearing the wolf mask. “Let me come.”
“Remember your safe word?”
Arms braced and ready on the back of the couch, she nodded. “Wolf.”
He stood, and without giving himself time to calm down, notched the head of his cock at her entrance. “Half of me doesn’t want you to have a safe word.” With a slow push, he gave her an inch, and they groaned together, the feeling of completeness overtaking them both. “Half of me wants to fuck you to the breaking point, Annabeth. I want this body to crave nothing but the pleasure I give it.”
Sliding back, he thrust again, making it to where he could already feel her tight channel contracting around him. She rocked on her own, the orgasm hitting just right. “Rowan!”
He smiled, having planned this from the beginning. It might be their first time together, but he’d spent those date nights studying her body. Mapping out all the ways to make this happen and not hurt her.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” Using the pull of her orgasm, he worked himself deeper. “Give me what I need.”
The cries coming from her urged him on, and he dared a single hard pump of his hips. She grunted, a guttural sound of demand. “Do that again.”
He wanted to see her face. Needed to watch the pleasure he was giving her play out across it. Yanking her up, he brought her back flush against his chest and gave another heavy thrust.
“Again.” She gasped, the draw of breath dragging into her lungs. “Again, Rowan.”
Not yet. They would be lost if he let loose on her now, and he wanted to savor this.
Holding her by the throat, he didn’t apply pressure. Too much too fast might knock her off balance and spoil their evening.
“Do you know what I’m about to do to you?”
“Fuck me.” Her voice shook, and it was the most exquisite sound. “You’re going to fuck me.”
“No, sweetheart.” His devilish smirk widened. She still didn’t get it. “I’m going to own you.”
The hand on her neck moved lower—down, down, down—until it reached the soaking wet heat between her legs. Using the pads of his fingers, he rubbed, making her shudder. “I’m going to own this.”
She tried to move, to create more friction, but he wouldn’t allow much. Dipping his hand lower, seeking the spot cradling him so deep, he massaged the muscles that would ache and burn by the time he was finished. “And this.”
“Ah, God.” Her head fell back, landing on his shoulder. “Please.”
The tight squeeze of her pulsed around him, and he moved on, not wanting her to come again so soon. Trailing his damp fingers to her belly, Rowan spread his hand to lie flat on the muscles there. “And those butterflies that flutter when you’re happy? They belong to me. I’ll own them too, and they will only dance for me.”
Her head rolled to the side, and their gazes met. The honesty shining in them striking sharper than any blade. She wasn’t going to fight him. She was going to let him take whatever he wanted.
Trekking higher, his hand rested on her heart. He shouldn’t ask. Shouldn’t demand it from her yet. But he couldn’t stop. “And this. I own this.”
Restraint when it came to Annabeth was almost an unfathomable thing, but he waited as he always did. Watching and waiting for her to acknowledge that he was speaking the truth.
Turning her face to the ceiling, she nodded, her dry throat working to swallow. “Yours.”
“That’s my girl.” Shifting his weight, he bent her forward, forcing her to grip the wood trim of the sofa again. “Put one hand on the back and another on the arm,” he ordered. “And keep them locked.”
Annabeth did as she was told, wiggling her hips to tease him. “I’m ready.”
