The Fine Print

He lifts me up, revealing his sheathed cock. One hand holds on to me while he uses the other to trace my slit. The move is gentle and reverent before he slams me down onto his cock. I gasp at the sudden sense of fullness. My entire body freezes from the burn, and I drop my head back. He softly kisses my neck in an unspoken apology. His thumb finds my clit, making my tense body relaxed. 

“Show me how badly you want it.” He smacks my ass once before pulling back. He rubs his bottom lip, tracing that hint of a smile. 

That bastard. He’s going to make me work for it. 

I use his shoulders as a support while I rise up, taking my skirt along with me. He looks down at our joined bodies where his dick is still halfway inside of me. His eyes don’t stray as he licks his lips and stares. 

I push back down, making him shudder as my body clamps around his cock. “I might be a fraud, but you’re nothing but a beautiful liar. A man willing to do anything to get what he wants. Selfish.” I rise to slam down again, building a rhythm that matches our heavy breaths. “Controlling.” I swivel my hips which makes his eyes roll back into his head. “An angry man with secret smiles and soft laughs and a golden heart he keeps hidden from the world.” My lips find his neck and nip at the skin. 

He’s my dark storm cloud in the middle of a drought—an underappreciated beauty that makes me feel equally alive as the sun or the stars. 

His fingers tremble against my hips as he releases another groan. 

“I think you hate how much you want me. Because to care about me means you have to admit to having a heart.” I place a soft kiss against his lips. “So keep telling yourself those pretty little lies. Your secret is safe with me.” 

I ride him, earning every single moan from his lips. I’m obsessed with teasing him. Each time I rise, I withdraw right to his tip, making him suck in a breath before I slam back down. 

Rowan’s eyes go completely dark as his hands holding on to my hips squeeze harder. Something inside of him snaps. He takes control, his arms straining beneath the fabric of his shirt as he lifts me before pulling me back down again. 

The breath gets knocked out of me with each punishing stroke. Pleasure crawls up my spine. My skin burns with each graze of Rowan’s skin against mine. Like someone holds a flame to my skin with each caress.

Rowan’s movements become sloppier as control slips from his grasp. Black spots fill my vision before stars burst, sparking to life behind my shut eyes. My body shakes as pleasure rushes through me. 

Rowan’s entire body trembles as he comes. I don’t stop moving my hips until we’re both breathless and boneless. My head drops against his shoulder, and exhaustion eats away at the remaining adrenaline in my system. 

Rowan runs his hand up and down my spine. My eyes shut as I try to regulate my breathing and heart rate. The lull of his hand has me drifting into unconsciousness despite his softening cock still inside of me. 

I must be half delusional from my orgasm because Rowan whispers something to himself that I must’ve dreamed up in my head. “If I had a heart to give, it would be all yours. Free of cost.” 

My spine tingles, and it has nothing to do with his hand ru