Chapter 41: 41: Mutually Beneficial [E]
My legs trembled as I instinctively tried to shut them, but Rowan’s hands easily pried them apart the second he noticed. Thus, all I could do was writhe about weakly, my strength still sapped from cumming twice in a row.
I squeezed hard, my chest rising and falling haphazardly as I tried to calm myself down, gulping mouthful after mouthful of air.
The air in the room smelled faintly sweet, and the more I breathed in so desperately, the giddier I felt. My head was light, and my body lighter. Fire burned in the depths of my lower belly, and it felt as though only Rowan’s touch could ease the discomfort that was steadily building in me.
Even Rowan had stopped for a second to collect himself. He clenched on his teeth hard, hissing as I contracted against his member, my walls wrapping around him so tightly that it was difficult to even move.
He let out a soft groan, his exhale causing the fringe that had fallen over his eyes to flutter up slightly before falling back down, just barely hooding over his eyes. His irises, however, shone brightly between the ebony strands of his hair. They were like the shifting golden sands of an hourglass, fixated tightly upon me.
"Rowan, please..." I pleaded, though I wasn’t sure what I was even begging for. Something curled within my lower belly, and I could hardly breathe.
"Shh..." Rowan hushed, leaning forward to cradle my head in his embrace. His lips brushed past my ear, and I shivered when I felt the warm exhale of his breath against my skin.
As he lowered his head, he finally began to move again. He pumped slowly in and out of me, the wet sounds of his motion echoing in the room. The claps of our skins against each other and our combined groans and breathy moans created a symphony that filled the empty void in between.
I arched my back off the table, pressing my chest closer towards his. I could almost hear his heartbeat in his chest now that I was plastered so closely to him. His hips, likewise, moved rhythmically, his cock gliding in and out of my folds, dragging my desire further and higher.
"Faster―"
My pleas were instantly sealed when his lips came over mine. His tongue prodded my lips open, and he swallowed all my moans and protests whole. He refused to let me make another sound, his body weight nearly crushing me against the table as the movement of his hips turned faster.
Each pump sent his tip kissing my service, his veiny member pulsing and throbbing as he continued to thrust in me with reckless abandon. It didn’t take long before his breathing became ragged, and I could feel his tempo turning sloppier and sloppier the more his hips tired out.
"Fuck, Briar, you’re so tight," Rowan throatily gasped.
His hands found mine, tightly intertwining our fingers together before locking my hands over my head. Every time he pushed into me, the table creaked in protest. It shook precariously, but neither Rowan nor I cared.
I could feel Rowan was quickly approaching his climax. He grunted one last time before slamming hard into me, wedging himself tightly inside.
Thick ropes of his hot cum spilled deep into my, his cock pulsating in my depths. At the same time, I let out a strangled groan, burrowing my face into the crook of his neck as my body shivered and spasmed.
My orgasm took over me, and I pressed myself further into him, clutching desperately as though he was a lifeline. White blanketed my vision. I could feel the pressure that had built up in my head, and my stomach swelled before slowly dissipating.
We stayed in that position for a good minute, silence enveloping us. Neither of us made a sound, other than our light panting as we tried to catch our breath. When we finally recovered a little of our clarity, Rowan pulled away, but not out. He still remained in me, lively as ever.
His golden eyes raked over my body. The airy lingerie did barely anything to cover my body, and with the way Rowan was hungrily staring, I felt even more naked than if I were parading anywhere else in my birthday suit.
I almost instinctively wanted to raise my hands to cover my chest, but instead, I defiantly raised my chin.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked.
Rowan didn’t answer, but his lips did part slightly as he inhaled.
I could feel my goosebumps rising just from the way he was examining every inch of my body. If circumstances were different, or if I hadn’t known any better, I might’ve even thought he was trying to sear the image of my body into his memory.
But I did know better, and my hatred for Rowan Hadeon had not lessened one bit. He needed my body for his pleasure, and as fucked up as it was, I did too. He might be a jackass, but sex with my fated mate brought about a wave of pleasure like never before.
The best part was, right after it, I felt rejuvenated. The first time I had sex with Rowan, my wounds and scars healed nearly instantly after, right before my eyes.
This was mutually beneficial, even if we had desecrated an act of love.
"Are you going to get off?" I asked, slightly impatient. "Your mate is still waiting for you― mmph!"
That sentence was barely completed when Rowan easily lifted me off the table, shutting me up once more with a searing kiss. He moved as though I weighed no more than a feather, effortlessly carrying me to the couch before slamming me down. I landed on the soft cushion of the couch, face down.
When he popped out of me, I gasped at the sensation and sudden emptiness. But it didn’t last for long before he shoved himself into me again — effortlessly at that — to fill me up once more. I gasped sharply at the sudden intrusion― it didn’t matter that he had already come; his member was still reared up and ready to go for another round.
There were some rustling sounds that came from right outside the door, and my eyes widened in horror. Someone was going to come in.
"Rowan, there’s someone outside―" My voice became muffled the moment Rowan pressed my face down into the couch cushions, smothering my words.
"You might want to keep your focus here in this room instead, rather than caring about who’s outside." He pistoned into me without care, his pace faster and harder than before. It was as though he was venting all his frustrations onto my body, and I liked it.
It didn’t take long before he fucked the thought out of me. I had completely forgotten about the eavesdropper outside, reduced to nothing more than a mewling, sobbing mess as the night turned torturously, pleasingly long.
