Liz
His lips on mine were fierce. He had kissed me before but this... this was different. It was intoxicating. Filled with passion, desire, and overwhelming need. Like he was trying to consume every ounce of distance between us before it could separate us again. He needed this. And gods help me, I needed it too.
My hands curled into the fabric of his shirt by instinct while Rowan pressed me harder against the wall, taking only as much as I allowed him to. This morning I woke up terrified that I would ruin him, hold him back, and drag him down into the misery of my existence. But right now? The only thing I could think about was him. The taste of him. The feel of his tongue against mine as he devoured me where I stood. And I let him.
Rowans fingers were soft and reverent against my che
