Page 84 of Make You Wish You Were Dead
I look up at Rowan and smile at him.
My eyes go down to his tattoo.
My hand caresses the ink on his skin.
It’s a tattoo of Medusa with flowers in her hair along with the snakes.
I know the meaning of that tattoo.
I would get one because of that meaning but I don’t want tattoos on my body. I feel like they would hurt too much.
Maybe someday if I get the courage to do it, but for now I don’t plan on doing that.
I cried when Rowan showed me the tattoo. He held me in his arms and explained why he got it.
He didn’t just get it for me, but he also got it for himself. He didn’t go into detail, and I didn’t force him to.
I understand how uncomfortable that is and how much it hurts him to think about those moments.
I don’t think I would be able to handle hearing the specific details.
"Why are you crying, fawn?" I hear Rowan ask while wiping a tear from my cheek I didn’t know that fell.
"You’re so amazing, Rowan," I whisper and look up at him. "I wish you knew how much I love you and how strong you are."
"This is for us, fawn." Rowan leans down and ghosts his lips over mine. "How did I get so lucky with you?" he says before his lips attack mine.
Rowan runs his hands down my hips and I feel his hands squeeze my skin. A small gasp falls from my lips and Rowan takes that opportunity to thrust his tongue along mine.
Both of our breathing starts to get heavy and I feel one of Rowan’s hands slide across my stomach, making its way between my thighs.
His hand cups my pussy and the heat of the water running down my body and the roughness of his hand make me moan into his mouth.
"You’re dripping, fawn. I can feel it running down my hand," Rowan whispers against my lips and I feel my insides tighten and pulse with need.
I let out a moan when I feel his fingers move towards my center, curling inside me and I move my hips close to his and with his other hand, he wraps one of my legs around his waist. Two fingers dip inside me before he drags his fingers out and runs the pads over my clit, circling and spelling out all kinds of words.
"Rowan-" I moan right before I feel Rowan thrust two fingers inside me harshly. "Oh!" I hide my face in his chest and I feel as if I ran a 10 mile marathon.
"That’s what my fawn wanted? Uh? You like getting finger fucked by a man like me, fawn?"
"Yes."
Rowan drags his fingers out of me again and I whimper when I feel him play with my clit. Before I can yell at him to tell him to keep his fingers inside me, I’m held up against the wall and water is running down Rowan and I’s bodies.
He wraps both of my legs around his waist and rests his head on my forehead, keeping his eyes on me.
It burns, like it always does, when he first thrusts inside me.
I like the burn.
It feels good and all I want to do is carry that burn inside me whenever Rowan isn’t around.
My lips part and Rowan keeps his eyes on me. I can see the way his eyes darken when we are like this.
He looks like he wants to fuck me until I don’t know how to spell my own name or until I forget everything around me.
Rowan thrusts inside me before pulling out with a grunt. "Fuck, Jane." He goes faster and faster and I claw his back, pushing my hips towards his.
