Claire

Rowan stands back and crosses his arms over his chest. It's only then I realize he's still wearing his shirt. His biceps bulge, nearly tearing the fabric from the strain. His eyes devour me hungrily as I sit on my knees panting and covered in his release. He smirks, pride evident as he eyes his handiwork.

"Please, Rowan." I beg, and tears of frustration begin to trail down my face. Rowan's face softens slightly as a genuine smile spreads across it.

"I wish Bennett were here to see you like this. Covered in me but still begging for my cock." He says reaching down to stroke himself. I watch with bated breath as he hardens again, still glistening from my saliva. I bite my bottom lip and groan at the sight of his hand working over his large member. Rowan chuckles at me and more tears fall.

"Rowan! Please!" I scream, sounding pathetically desperate even to my own ears. Rowan leans down and places a hand under each arm and lifts me gently before wrapping an arm around my waist and using the other hand to wipe my tears.

"You're so beautiful when you're crying for me to fuck you." He murmurs before leaning down to plunge his tongue into my mouth. He groans as he tastes himself on me. Before I can comprehend what's happening, I'm spun back around, my palms on the table as Rowan kicks my legs apart gently, spreading me out for him like a banquet.

"You want to come, my little demon?" He asks and I nod.

The next moment a firm smack reins down on my ass and I yelp at the sensation until Rowan rubs it away and it transforms into a sharp pleasure. I moan and push back against his hand, a silent plea.

"Use your words, sweet girl." He taunts.

"Please! Please Rowan! Shove your cock in me and make me come!" I plead loudly and he chuckles as my body vibrates with anticipation.

"Well, that's the most beautiful begging I've ever heard in my life." He quips as his finger slides down to my pussy. He teases my opening before trailing my wetness mixed with his cum up to my other entrance. My spine stiffens at the gentle intrusion.

He rubs along the outside before slipping the tip of his finger in.

"Rowan?" I ask nervously. He chuckles again and moves closer, his firm body pressed against me allows me to relax a little.

"I told you, little one. I will be dripping from every one of your holes before you walk out of here. I will make you come so hard you can't breathe if you can relax and trust me." He whispers. I lift my eyes to meet his.

Gone are the manic, jealous, angry golden eyes of an unstable Rowan. The smoky grey eyes that I have come to adore are back and they are filled with promise and devotion.

"I want your cock any way I can get it. Put it wherever you want, just make me come." I beg as I choke on a sob. he shoots me a heartstopping smile before he leans in to kiss my temple. A very uncharacteristic move for Rowan so I soak in the affection and allow it to give me strength for whatever he has in store for me next.

The hand that doesn't have a finger in my ass slips down to poke in and out of my sore pussy. He's gentle and the ache is delicious, sparking pleasure through my body.

"Who does this pussy belong to?" He asks.

"You." I answer immediately. His hand leaves my pussy and moves up along the trail of his cum he left along my body until it slips in my mouth. I suck on it greedily, and he lets out a little purr from his chest.

"And who does this mouth belong to?" He asks.

"You!" I yell as his hand leaves my mouth and begins tracing circles along my clit. I moan as he adds a second finger to my ass, stretching it out as he prepares it for himself. There is a delicate burn as it stretches, but it quickly fades as I am distracted by his constant movement over my clit.

"And who will this ass belong to soon?" He questions, obviously pleased by my compliance.

"YOU!" I scream, silently begging him to take me and end my torture.

"Damn fucking right." He murmurs before I feel him move behind me.

He fills my pussy with his cock again, only thrusting in and out a few times to gather more wetness until he positions himself at my other entrance. He pokes in gently and I hiss at the sting as he stretches me.

"Relax, baby. It'll feel so good if you relax." He murmurs gently, his hand tracing loose circles along my lower back. I do as he says and stop fighting his tender descent into me.

He goes slow, slipping in little bits at a time and allowing me a moment to accommodate his size. He never ceases his motions over my clit, the small bites of pain somehow adding to my pleasure.

"Good girl." He says warmly as I feel his pelvis bump against me, meaning he is entirely within me.

He pulls out slowly before pushing back in gently. I gasp at the sensation, everything heightened. I swear I can feel every detail of every movement he makes. He picks up the pace when he senses my pleasure growing. The smack of our bodies hitting, the smell of him mixed with me, the feel of him owning my body, inside and out. It's all too much. It takes no time for my release to build. He must sense it as he speeds up his movements on my clit while slipping a single finger into my pussy. I feel so full as he fucks me with his finger and his cock.

"Rowan." I groan. "Please can I come? Please?" I implore and he grunts, his fingers digging in deeper into my side as he pounds into me harder.

"Come for me. Say my name while you come on my cock. Scream it and let them all hear you." He groans. One final smack of his flesh against mine is all it takes for me to detonate.

I scream his name over and over as I practically thank him for the mind numbing, soul shattering orgasm I'm experiencing. I feel myself clamp down on him, my ass squeezing every ounce of his seed from him it can get like a greedy beggar. Tears stream down my face as my orgasm hits me, wave after wave, so strong it's almost painful. When it finally dissipates, I choke on a sob and my legs give out from under me.

Rowan catches me, his cock slipping from me in the process and I hiss a little at the pain. He scoops me up in his arms and carries me into his office, sitting on the couch and wrapping me in his arms. For some reason, I begin to sob. I let go of every emotion, every fear and every doubt I've held within me and let it pour from my eyes. He holds me tight against his chest, my fingers clutching his shirt scared he'll put me down and leave me.

"I'm not going anywhere, Claire. I've got you." He murmurs.

Maybe I said it out loud, maybe he read my mind. I don't know, but I cling to him tighter as my body shudders with my sobs. Rowan rains gentle kisses everywhere his lips can reach. My hair, my face, my shoulders, my chest. He runs his hands soothingly along my over sensitive skin and shooshes me gently, giving me affection I can normally rely on Bennett for, but not always Rowan.

"It's ok, little one. You did so good. I'm so proud of you." He murmurs sweet words over and over in my ear until I'm able to catch my breath and stem my tears. Eventually I gain control of myself and wipe the tears from my face.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm crying." I say with a little yawn and Rowan looks at me affectionately.

"That was intense. You have nothing to apologize for. Do you feel ok?" He asks and I nod.

"Just sleepy. And sore." I admit and Rowan shoots me a smug smile that makes me roll my eyes. My lids grow heavy and I tuck my face into his neck, breathing in his comforting scent.

He keeps his hands on me, running them gently over my body. The cool air makes me shiver, and I feel Rowan warm up his body the next moment. The combination of his warmth and his caresses lulls me into a state somewhere between awake and asleep.

"Thank you for trusting me like that, Claire." He murmurs, pressing his heated lips to my forehead again.

"I knew you wouldn't hurt me." I mutter, adjusting myself against him to get more comfortable. "And of course I trust you." I say around a larger yawn. "I love you." I murmur, as I slip into sleep.