Chapter 2
But Rowan didn’t stop, his finger dipping lower to push inside my p***y, one thick digit sliding in deep with a wet squelch that only he and I could hear, curling to stroke my inner walls while his thumb kept working my c**t.
“f**k, you’re dripping for me, Nova—so tight around my finger, clenching like you can’t get enough,”
he whispered, his lips grazing my earlobe, nipping lightly as he added a second finger, stretching me with a burn that felt so good, pumping them in and out slowly at first, then faster, the lewd sounds hidden by the blanket but vibrating through my core.
I bit down on the edge of the blanket, tasting the fleece as my orgasm hovered just out of reach, my hips grinding subtly against his hand, chasing the release he kept denying by pulling back every time
