Rowan
"Rowan," she whispered, her hands finding my shoulders as I sank in deep.
She whimpered beneath me, her hips shifting, trying to move.
I pulled back slowly, dragging through her clenching heat, and thrust back in.
She cried out.
Her pleasure and want crashed through me, and layered beneath it, I felt her feeling my desperation, my relief, my consuming need for her.
The bond between us pulsed, silver and hot, binding us together in a way that went beyond flesh.
I began to move. Long, deep strokes that pulled almost all the way out before driving back in. Each thrust pressed me against that spot inside her, and she gasped every time, her nails raking down my back.
The bed creaked beneath us.
I braced myself on one arm and slid the other beneath her, gripping her backside and tilting her hips up to meet my thrusts. The new angle made her cry out again, louder, and I felt her walls clench around me.
She moaned my name, broken and desperate, and I drove into her harder.
