Chapter 319: Chapter Three Hundred And Nineteen
"I just want only you," Rowan whispered softly. His warm breath brushed against her neck, sending a sharp shiver down her spine.
Delaney felt an overwhelming rush of love. She did not want to look at his reflection in the mirror anymore. She wanted to look at the real man.
She turned around slowly in his strong arms. She looked directly into his eyes. She raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck. She pulled his head down just a little bit and pressed her lips directly to his. It was a very soft, sweet, highly gentle kiss.
Then, Delaney pulled back. She looked up at him with a small, playful smile touching her pink lips.
Rowan’s eyes darkened instantly. The quiet patience completely vanished from his face. His breathing grew suddenly very heavy.
"Don’t tease me, Del," Rowan spoke. His voice was a very low, rough, dangerous warning.
He moved his hand directly to the nape of her neck. His fingers tangled completely in her loose, dark curls. He did not give her a single second to pull away again. He pulled her forward and kissed her completely senseless.
This kiss was entirely different from the one she gave. It was deep, hungry, and full of demand.
Delaney let out a soft sound into his mouth. She tightened her hold entirely on him, pressing her soft body completely flush against his solid chest. She felt completely surrounded by his warmth and his masculine scent.
Rowan let out a low groan. He wrapped his arms securely around her waist. With one smooth, powerful movement, he raised her off the floor.
He carried her two quick steps across the room and placed her gently onto the flat surface of the wooden dressing table.
The cool wood touched the back of her legs, but Delaney barely felt it. Rowan stepped between her open knees. He continued kissing her deeply, his mouth moving hungrily over hers. His warm hands moved down her sides. They went entirely under the hem of her thin white chemise. His fingers gently caressed her bare thighs, playing softly with the tops of her silk stockings.
Rowan slowly broke the kiss. He took a small step backward.
He crouched down entirely. He knelt on the floor so his face was exactly level with her waist. He looked at her bare legs with complete, intense devotion.
Delaney suddenly realized exactly what he wanted to do.
A massive rush of panic and embarrassment hit her chest. She had been wearing her clothes, preparing for family departure, and familiarizing herself with the staffs all day long. She did not feel clean. She did not feel ready for such a deeply intimate act.
Delaney quickly reached her hands down. She placed her small palms against his broad shoulders, trying to gently push him away.
"Rowan, wait," Delaney protested. Her voice was shaking with nervous anxiety. "I haven’t had my bath. I am dirty down there, and I..."
She did not get to finish her sentence.
Rowan leaned forward quickly. He pressed a warm kiss directly to her skin, cutting her off track.
Delaney gasped loudly. Her entire body jumped slightly at the sudden, burning contact.
Rowan stopped moving. He lifted his head slowly. He looked straight up into her panicked eyes. His eyes were entirely serious and stern.
"There is nothing dirty about you," Rowan said. His voice left absolutely no room for any argument. He looked at her exactly as if she were the most perfect, precious thing in the entire world.
Delaney bit her lower lip. She still felt highly unsure.
"I know, Rowan," Delaney tried to explain softly, her cheeks burning red. "I simply meant..."
"Don’t say that again," Rowan spoke firmly. He completely refused to let her speak badly about herself.
Before Delaney could say another single word, Rowan leaned forward again. He continued exactly what he had started. He pressed warm kisses along the highly sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
Delaney completely lost her ability to think.
Her thoughts were entirely messed up. The logical, worried part of her brain completely shut down. The only thing she could see, the only thing she could feel, was Rowan.
She reached her hands out blindly. She held the hard wooden edge of the dressing table exactly as if she were holding on for her life. Her chest heaved with rapid, completely uneven breaths.
Rowan sucked and nipped at her center, taking every last drop of her wetness.
The intense pleasure was completely overwhelming. Delaney let go of the table. She reached her hands down and grabbed a fistful of his blond hair. She did not push him away this time. Instead, she gently pushed him deeper against her center, fully surrendering to him.
She threw her head back. Soft, helpless moans escaped her lips, filling the quiet bedroom.
The heat in her body grew entirely too hot. The tension coiled tightly in her chest. Soon, her legs started shaking uncontrollably against his broad shoulders. She was losing her mind.
Rowan knew exactly how close she was. He could feel her legs shaking violently. He knew she was almost at the edge.
Suddenly, he stopped.
Rowan pulled his head back. He stood up completely straight.
Delaney was left entirely breathless. She hung suspended in the air, her body completely aching for him to continue. She opened her clouded eyes and looked at him with confusion.
"Why..." Delaney stammered softly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Why... did..."
She could not even form proper words. Her mind was too completely scrambled.
Rowan did not answer her with words. He smiled a wicked smile. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her.
He carried her from the dressing table.
Delaney instinctively wrapped her legs tightly around his narrow waist to hold on. She clung to him securely. She buried her hot face directly into the warm curve of his neck. As he carried her across the bedroom, she gave him a series of small, rapid, soft kisses directly on his neck.
Rowan walked to the large, four-poster bed. He bent down and laid her gently onto the soft white pillows and the thick duvet.
He stepped back from the bed. He stood tall in the warm, golden firelight. Without looking away from her for a single second, Rowan began undressing himself entirely. He tossed his dark trousers and his white shirt completely onto the floor.
Delaney lay on the large bed. She watched him. She reached her hands down, grabbed the bottom edge of her thin white chemise, and pulled the soft fabric completely over her head. She tossed the chemise away. She was left wearing absolutely nothing except her white silk stockings.
Delaney rolled smoothly onto her stomach. She propped herself up gently with her elbows. She rested her chin on her hands. She watched his nakedness with hunger shining brightly in her eyes.
Now completely undressed, Rowan did not immediately rush into the bed.
He stepped closer to the mattress. He reached his hand out and held the poster of the bed. He stood perfectly still.
He looked down at her. The bright firelight washed completely over her bare back and her soft skin. She looked absolutely ethereal. She looked exactly like a beautiful, glowing angel resting peacefully in his bed.
Rowan felt his heart completely stop in his chest. A wave of awe and love completely overwhelmed him.
Rowan let out a deep groan.
"You are so beautiful," Rowan whispered softly. His deep voice shook entirely with truth. "Dare I say, you are the most beautiful woman in the entire world."
Delaney smiled softly, her heart full of love. She rested her chin on her hands, perfectly happy under his adoring gaze.
Rowan shook his head slowly, completely amazed.
"I can’t believe I am this lucky," Rowan spoke quietly, his eyes traveling over every single inch of her.
He completely let go of the wooden bedpost. He placed his hands onto the edge of the mattress. He crawled slowly and deliberately toward her across the soft white sheets. He reached her, lowered his body gently over hers, and kissed her entirely with everything he had.
