Fated to Break | ✓

t h i r t y ~ f o u r

Olivia

I love him, I love him, I love him.

I love him so fucking much it physically hurts, heavy and thick in my chest. It gets more intense by the second. He's so sexy that when he looks at me my muscles tense up. This giddy nervousness makes me feel like a teenager.

I'm vulnerable and bare beneath those icy burnt sienna eyes and I love it.

The way he kisses me slowly and with such precision, it makes me feel like the most loved woman on earth. Like I'm worth taking his time for.

The slow passionate kiss turns dirty fast. We become more aware of each other's naked bodies, our hands roaming while we tangle our tongues together. Kissing Rowan could get addictive now that I can do it whenever I please.

I love Rowan's body. He's so kind and sweet but his body is the epitome of masculinity. Men look at him with envy...and maybe attraction. Rowan can turn the straightest man gay if he looked at them the way he looks at me. Probably not but that's just an example of how sexy he is. Hot Dayamn!

His lips part from mine and he traces biting kisses against my jaw. Whispering the sweetest words after every press of his lips.

"I love you," kiss.

"You're perfect," kiss.

"It's you," kiss.

"It will only ever be you," kiss.

My grip on his hair tightens as I hold back from crying again. I tilt my hips up, searching for what will make this tingling feeling subside.

His burning heat slides against my slit and I gasp, a strangled breath hissing into my ear from his hot mouth. I rock against him and his hips mimic mine.

He bites my earlobe, the deep grunts of pleasure he's releasing are vibrating against my eardrums so erotically. I push against his chest to look down between our bodies to watch as we slide against each other, wet and slow.

He reaches down and spreads my arousal from the side, he groans, "You're so perfect, baby. Dripping and twitching beneath me." He bucks his erection through my folds again and my head falls back with a loud moan.

Those dirty fucking words. I love them.

His warmth blanketing my front fades and I feel his large hands grip my bare hips. I crack my eyes enough to look at him, my body strung tight.

He's standing straight while I lay on the table before him. His muscles are flexing and bunching beneath taut caramel skin. His pecs are wide and full, his abs cut from stone. I look to his face as my chest heaves.

Fucking gorgeous. My new favorite version of him is when his face is twisted in beautiful, agonizing pleasure.

Rowan lips are parted as he breathes hard, eyes locked between my legs. He rolls his hips again and his tip grinds into my clit. I bite down on my lip, shuddering. "Rowan, please please please," I beg.

His lips tilt in a knowing smirk and he grips the base of his cock and slides his head down my folds, the noise it makes is so dirty and vulgar. I clench the edge of the table, my back arching. I whimper, "Rowan—"