had been too long when before he’d had her every day. Gotten used to her presence in his life in far more intimate quarters.
He’d lived alone for a long time. It suited him. He liked his space and his autonomy. Rowan hadn’t been part of his plans. She’d broken windows in his life and rumpled all his sheets and left crumbs in his keyboard.
He’d known she was it for him when all that prickly, chaotic energy she brought with her made his life better. Less predictable in a lot of ways, but in the most important he had total surety.
Rowan was the balance he’d never known he’d needed. He’d happily brush crumbs out of his keyboard to have her.
She tipped her head, exposing her throat, letting him have her vulnerability. He tasted the salt of her skin, absorbing her.
She spun in his arms and climbed him, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Now.”
He cursed, backing her to the tile to hold her in place. She writhed as the head of his cock brushed over her clit several times.
“Missed you,” she said quietly as she kissed his neck and along his jaw.
He held her tighter.
He’d come home.
He teased around the entrance to her body, hot and so very slick. Rowan bit his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, however temporary. Unable to resist any longer, he thrust up into her.
Her nails dug into his sides where she urged him on, urged him deeper. She’d break the skin if she kept on and he wanted that so bad he shook with it.
Levering up his body a little, she kissed him hard and fast as he began to fuck into her slow and deep. It wasn’t until he tasted her blood that he realized she’d deliberately drawn her bottom lip against his incisors.
That she’d give him her blood brought him to his metaphorical and physical knees. Water pelted them both as he sped. She tightened around him in response. Close, so close.
Slow seduction would have to come later, because right at that moment he had to have her. Her blood, so damned powerful it spiced the taste, seemed to arc through his system, connecting with him on even deeper levels.
She’d given him access to her emotions on a level he was certain she’d never done willingly before. Letting him take her blood made his link to her far stronger, even in just tiny sips.
He slipped a hand between them, finding her clit, stroking it just the way he knew she needed. Her pleasure seemed to wend through him in little flights of sensation and he realized she probably took in some of his emotion as they had sex too because his blood had kept her from dying more than once.
Deeper connection, indeed. This was his present and his future. Nothing was going to stand in the way. He knew they could be something amazing together and that was that.
“Go on then, Hunter. Take your pleasure,” he told her.
She groaned as her inner muscles fluttered around his cock, her pussy going superheated. Even centuries of practice couldn’t prevent his tipping into climax after her, unable to resist the lure of her body.
* * *
They took their meal in the small table in the kitchen. Bloodwine waited for Clive, while Rowan had a hot cup of tea.
“I told David to go to sleep, but he said he’ll be here in five minutes,” Rowan said as she put her phone down. Naturally he just did whatever he wanted too. Men.
“Dare I ask what happened to Chester?” Clive asked.
Elisabeth pulled the cover from Rowan’s plate, which held the chicken salad she’d planned to eat before Antonia burst in and dragged her out to an art gallery.
“Don’t tell David, but I don’t know what I’m going to do without you when I go back to the United States.” It wasn’t fancy, but it was what Rowan wanted and Elisabeth managed that with a nearly psychic accuracy.
“You need someone to cook for you, Ms. Summerwaite. Otherwise you’d waste away or eat too much junk. We’ll go wherever Scion Stewart needs us to be.”
“I’m not that bad. I know how to cook, I just don’t take the time to
He’d lived alone for a long time. It suited him. He liked his space and his autonomy. Rowan hadn’t been part of his plans. She’d broken windows in his life and rumpled all his sheets and left crumbs in his keyboard.
He’d known she was it for him when all that prickly, chaotic energy she brought with her made his life better. Less predictable in a lot of ways, but in the most important he had total surety.
Rowan was the balance he’d never known he’d needed. He’d happily brush crumbs out of his keyboard to have her.
She tipped her head, exposing her throat, letting him have her vulnerability. He tasted the salt of her skin, absorbing her.
She spun in his arms and climbed him, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Now.”
He cursed, backing her to the tile to hold her in place. She writhed as the head of his cock brushed over her clit several times.
“Missed you,” she said quietly as she kissed his neck and along his jaw.
He held her tighter.
He’d come home.
He teased around the entrance to her body, hot and so very slick. Rowan bit his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, however temporary. Unable to resist any longer, he thrust up into her.
Her nails dug into his sides where she urged him on, urged him deeper. She’d break the skin if she kept on and he wanted that so bad he shook with it.
Levering up his body a little, she kissed him hard and fast as he began to fuck into her slow and deep. It wasn’t until he tasted her blood that he realized she’d deliberately drawn her bottom lip against his incisors.
That she’d give him her blood brought him to his metaphorical and physical knees. Water pelted them both as he sped. She tightened around him in response. Close, so close.
Slow seduction would have to come later, because right at that moment he had to have her. Her blood, so damned powerful it spiced the taste, seemed to arc through his system, connecting with him on even deeper levels.
She’d given him access to her emotions on a level he was certain she’d never done willingly before. Letting him take her blood made his link to her far stronger, even in just tiny sips.
He slipped a hand between them, finding her clit, stroking it just the way he knew she needed. Her pleasure seemed to wend through him in little flights of sensation and he realized she probably took in some of his emotion as they had sex too because his blood had kept her from dying more than once.
Deeper connection, indeed. This was his present and his future. Nothing was going to stand in the way. He knew they could be something amazing together and that was that.
“Go on then, Hunter. Take your pleasure,” he told her.
She groaned as her inner muscles fluttered around his cock, her pussy going superheated. Even centuries of practice couldn’t prevent his tipping into climax after her, unable to resist the lure of her body.
* * *
They took their meal in the small table in the kitchen. Bloodwine waited for Clive, while Rowan had a hot cup of tea.
“I told David to go to sleep, but he said he’ll be here in five minutes,” Rowan said as she put her phone down. Naturally he just did whatever he wanted too. Men.
“Dare I ask what happened to Chester?” Clive asked.
Elisabeth pulled the cover from Rowan’s plate, which held the chicken salad she’d planned to eat before Antonia burst in and dragged her out to an art gallery.
“Don’t tell David, but I don’t know what I’m going to do without you when I go back to the United States.” It wasn’t fancy, but it was what Rowan wanted and Elisabeth managed that with a nearly psychic accuracy.
“You need someone to cook for you, Ms. Summerwaite. Otherwise you’d waste away or eat too much junk. We’ll go wherever Scion Stewart needs us to be.”
“I’m not that bad. I know how to cook, I just don’t take the time to
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