Rivals Redemption

chapter 96 : Passionate reunion

Rowan Cortez

The after-party stretched well into the early hours of the morning, filled with laughter, dancing, and more drinks than I could count. By the time we hit 3 a.m., the energy in the room had slowed, people were either exhausted or too drunk to keep going. But Tina and I, we still had something left in us—something electric that had been simmering between us all night.

We exchanged a glance, and it was all it took. Without saying a word, we slipped away from the group, leaving the remnants of the party behind. The room Louis had booked for everyone was luxurious, like everything else about this wedding. But at that moment, I barely noticed the details. All I could focus on was Tina—the way her eyes sparkled with a mixture of mischief and desire, the way her hand felt warm in mine as I led her through the hallways.

The moment we entered the room, the door clicked shut behind us, and it was as if the world outside didn’t exist anymore. Just me and her. I wasted no time. I pulled her close, my lips finding hers in a slow, deliberate kiss. Her breath hitched slightly, and that sound alone sent a rush through me. I deepened the kiss, tasting the faint sweetness of the champagne still lingering on her lips, but it was her—her taste, her warmth—that intoxicated me.

I backed her up against the bed, my hands exploring her waist, hips, every curve that I knew so well but could never get enough of. The ocean green gown she wore earlier clung to her in all the right places, and the way she moved under my touch drove me crazy. Her body was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and as I started peeling away the fabric, revealing her inch by inch, my pulse quickened. She was breathtaking.

“Tina,” I whispered against her skin, trailing kisses down her neck, feeling the way her body responded to every touch. I worshipped her—every inch of her. I could feel the tension in her muscles, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, and it only made me want her more. I kissed her harder, my hands roaming, feeling her warmth, her softness, the rhythm of her heartbeat.

She gasped as I laid her down on the bed, her back arching slightly, and I couldn’t help but admire the way she looked beneath me—her lips parted, eyes dark with need. I moved lower, kissing every part of her I could reach, my hands exploring every curve, every line of her body, like I was memorizing her all over again. And she responded in kind, her fingers tangling in my hair, her soft moans filling the room as i put her lacy thong aside, revealing her clean shaven pussy that made my mouth water, without wasting any time , i sank my mouth, tasting her. I started moving my tongue in circles, my fingers playing with her clit. Tina moaned in pleasure, her eyes half opened, arching her back. "Eyes on me, when I eat you out" I say , my mouth still between her thick,yet soft thighs. My fiancé opened her eyes, her lips forming the o shape because of the pleasure I'm giving her.

It made me want to pleasure her more. I inserted my fingers to her wet pussy. "Fuck, you're so tight, baby." I added another fingers and finger fucked her. "Fuuuuck, Rowan, just like that, don't stop," she moaned. As she was about to cum, i pulled my fingers out, tasting her. She whimpers due to lost of contact. "So sweet," i kissed her full lips, making her taste herself.

I pulled her out of the bed, "on your knees now," she obeyed, and without warning she grabbed my steel rod hard cock and began to give a handjob. "Fuck, baby," i grabbed her throat, and pulled her near my cock. "Suck" i ordered. She teases me kissing my crown first and then started to deepthroat my dick.

Her eyes waters because of my size. He makeup is smudged because of the tears. I grabbed her hair, forcing her to take more, gagging her. "Fuck, baby, I'm close," Tina began to suck me faster. I felt my balls tighten and then i released inside her mouth. I grunted as the waves of euphoria reached me. Tina swallowed my cum, she climbed up to my lap and started grinding her pussy against my hard cock. "Baby, you were amazing," i grabbed her face and started kissing her. Without wasting anymore time. I flipped her on the bed and fucked her from behind. Her pussy is so tight, or its just my dick to big for her sweet cunt. "Ro-rowan , fuck yes, yes," she moaned.

The room was filled with our skin clapping and our moans. I flipped her over again and sucked her big tits, my dick still on my cunt as I was pounding so hard. Tina cries out of pleasure. I grabbed her right thigh over my shoulder as this gave me to sank into her deeper. I brought my hand close to her face "spit" i ordered. Without hesitating Tina spit on my fingers , i bought it to her pussy and played with her clit. "Fu-fuck yes, Rowan, I'm close," she moaned so hard. It encourages me to pound into her faster and deeper. As both to us reaching our climax, Tina's wall begun to clench unto my shaft as she released first, milking my cock. My thrusts became sloppy and i released inside her tight pussy.

Time blurred. Nothing else mattered but this—us, here in this moment, completely lost in each other. I kissed her lips again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her body against mine. She was everything to me—her presence, her love, the way she made me feel alive. I pulled her closer, my lips brushing her ear as I whispered, “I love you, Tina.”

I never use protection when I fuck her. There's no reason to. I know she's on her pills so I don't bother to wear a fucking condom.

Tina Diaz

And as the night wore on, as we lay together in the afterglow of everything we’d shared, I held her close, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breathing. The world outside could wait. For now, it was just us, wrapped up in each other.

As Rowan’s hands moved over my body, every touch sending electric sparks through my skin, I knew I wanted him just as much. My breath hitched as I felt his lips against my neck, his kisses making me lose myself in the moment. I could feel the tension building between us, the unspoken need, the way his body responded to mine, and I couldn’t resist any longer.

I pushed myself up slightly, my fingers finding the buttons of his shirt. Slowly, deliberately, I began unbuttoning it, savoring each reveal of his skin. My hands trembled, but not from nerves—from the sheer intensity of how much I wanted him. As I peeled the shirt from his shoulders, I let my hands roam over his chest, feeling the hard lines of his muscles beneath my fingers. He was perfection—strong, yet soft in all the ways that mattered to me.

“Rowan,” I whispered, my voice low and filled with desire. His eyes were dark, watching me closely as I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his chest. I kissed every inch of him, tasting the warmth of his skin, the faint scent of him still lingering from the day. I loved everything about him—the way he looked, the way he made me feel completely safe and yet completely on fire at the same time.

I moved lower, my lips grazing down his abdomen, my fingers tracing the lines of his body. I could feel his breath quicken under my touch, the way his muscles tensed as I worshipped him the way he had worshipped me. It was intoxicating—the power of knowing that I could make him feel like this, that I could unravel him in the same way he did to me.

As I reached the waistband of his pants, I looked up at him, meeting his gaze. His eyes were filled with pure desire, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as if he were holding on for control. I slowly undid his belt, savoring the moment, enjoying the way his breath hitched in anticipation. I wanted to take my time, to explore every part of him, to make him feel everything I was feeling.

Once his clothes were gone, I let my hands and lips continue their exploration, touching, kissing, feeling every part of him. His body was beautiful—strong, sculpted, but more than that, it was his. Every part of him belonged to me in this moment, just as I belonged to him. There was something raw, something primal about it, and it made my heart race.

I could feel his hands tangle in my hair as I moved over him, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps. Every touch, every kiss, felt like a declaration of love, of desire, of something deeper than words could express. We were connected in a way that went beyond the physical—it was emotional, spiritual.

“Tina,” he breathed, his voice thick with passion. I smiled against his skin, knowing that I had him completely, just as he had me.

And as the night continued, as we gave ourselves to each other fully, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. This wasn’t just physical; it was everything—our love, our bond, our future. I worshipped every inch of his body, just as he did mine, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.