“This is just a one-night stand,” she said, her voice tinged with desperation, trying to convince herself as much as him.
Rowan chuckled softly, his breath warm against her skin. “Who said I want this for just one night?”
“Wh-what?” Amara stammered, taken aback by his words.
Rowan didn’t answer with words but with action. He removed her clothes with deliberate care, his hands roaming her body with a possessive reverence. His lips followed the path his hands took, kissing her more deeply, more passionately. His hands softly held her breasts, rubbing them gently, eliciting a moan from Amara’s lips.
He knelt before her, taking her hardened peaks into his mouth. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn’t help but remember the first time Rowan had touched her. Back then, he was drugged, and she was drunk. But this time, they were both fully conscious, fully aware of what they were doing. She felt a twinge of embarrassment, but her body craved him, and somewhere deep inside, her heart did too.
Rowan kept exploring her body, his touch both tender and demanding. He moved lower, kissing a trail down her stomach, until he knelt between her legs. He spread her thighs wide, his eyes dark with desire as he looked up at her.
“Rowan, please,” Amara whispered, her voice trembling with need.
Without another word, Rowan leaned in and tasted her, his tongue exploring her folds with a hungry eagerness. The sensation was intoxicating, a heady mix of pleasure and desire that left her breathless. She arched her back, her fingers tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked, drawing out moans and gasps from her lips.
The taste of her was like a drug to Rowan, one his soul desperately needed. He devoured her, each lick and suck sending waves of pleasure through her body. Amara’s hips moved of their own accord, pressing against his mouth, seeking more of the exquisite sensation.
Rowan’s hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he feasted on her, his tongue flicking over her in a rhythm that drove her wild. She felt the tension building within her, a tight coil of pleasure ready to snap.
“Rowan, I’m going to-” she began, but her words were cut off by a cry of pure ecstasy as she came, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.
Rowan didn’t stop, his mouth continuing to work her through her climax, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. When she finally came down from the high, he looked up at her, his lips glistening with her essence.
“You taste like heaven,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire.
Amara’s heart raced as she looked at him, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She knew she should push him away, tell him to leave, but she couldn’t. Not when he looked at her with such intensity, such longing.
“Rowan,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He rose to his feet, his body towering over hers. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumb brushing over her swollen lips.
“Amara,” he said softly, his eyes locking onto hers. “This isn’t just a one-night stand for me. I want more. I want you.”
Her breath caught in her throat at his words. She saw the sincerity in his eyes, the raw emotion that mirrored her own. It scared her, the depth of her feelings for him, but it also excited her.
“I don’t know if I can give you that,” she admitted, her voice trembling.
“You can,” he insisted, his voice firm. “You already have.”
Before she could respond, he kissed her again, this time with a tenderness that took her breath away. His lips moved against hers, slow and deliberate, as if he was savoring every moment, every touch.
As they kissed, he guided her back onto the bed, his body covering hers. She felt the weight of him, the heat of his skin, and it made her crave him even more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.
Rowan’s hands explored her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the softness of her thighs. He moved with a purpose, his touch both gentle and demanding. He wanted to memorize every inch of her, to make her feel things she had never felt before.
When he finally entered her, it was like coming home. Their bodies fit together perfectly, moving in a rhythm as old as time. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only Rowan and Amara, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating as one.
Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her body, building a crescendo of sensation that left her gasping for breath. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back, as he drove her closer and closer to the edge.
“Rowan,” she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation.
“Amara,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
His words were her undoing. She surrendered to the pleasure, her body convulsing around him as she came again, harder than before. Rowan followed soon after, his release a powerful surge that left him trembling.
They lay together in the aftermath, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Rowan held her close, his arms a protective cocoon around her. Amara rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, feeling a sense of peace she hadn’t known in a long time.
For a while, they were silent, lost in their own thoughts. The weight of what had just happened hung between them, a mix of joy and uncertainty. Amara knew that this moment would change everything, that their lives would never be the same.
“Rowan,” she whispered, breaking the silence.
“Yes, Crimson?” he replied, his voice gentle.
Amara closed her eyes, allowing herself to believe in his words, if only for a moment. She knew the road ahead would be difficult, filled with challenges and obstacles. But for now, she allowed herself to be held by the man who had captured her heart, the man who made her feel alive in a way she had never felt before.
As they lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, Amara realized that she had a choice to make. She could either continue to deny her feelings, to live a life dictated by duty and obligation, or she could embrace the love she felt for Rowan, despite the complications it would bring.
As they held each other, the dawn began to break outside, casting a golden light into the room.
Rowan glanced at the emerging light, then down at Amara, who had fallen asleep in his arms. He couldn’t help but kiss her gently on the forehead. She looked so peaceful, so vulnerable, and he felt a fierce protectiveness surge within him.
He had marked her as his today, and she would always be his-not Alessandro Romano’s or anyone else’s. The thought of Alessandro trying to claim her fueled a possessive fire in him. No one else would ever touch her, love her, or possess her the way he did.
As he lay there, watching her sleep, his mind raced with thoughts of the future. He knew that their path wouldn’t be easy. The Moretti family would never accept him, and Alessandro wouldn’t give up without a fight. But Rowan was determined. He had faced countless challenges in his life, and he would face this one too. For Amara, for their love, he would move mountains.
The light outside grew stronger, and Rowan knew he had to leave before anyone found him in Amara’s room. Reluctantly, he untangled himself from her embrace, careful not to wake her. She stirred slightly, a soft murmur escaping her lips, but she didn’t wake up.
Rowan leaned down and kissed her one last time, his lips lingering on hers. “You are mine, Amara. Always,” he whispered, a vow as much to himself as to her.
He climbed off the bed and dressed quickly, his movements silent and precise. As he reached the balcony, he glanced back at her one more time. The sight of her lying there, so serene, filled him with a fierce resolve. He would do whatever it took to protect her, to keep her by his side.
With one last look, Rowan slipped out onto the balcony and made his way back to his own room.
The golden light of dawn bathed the estate in a warm glow, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within him. He would have to play his cards carefully, navigate the treacherous waters of their families’ feud, but he was ready for it.
Back in her room, Amara slowly woke up, the remnants of a dream lingering in her mind.
She felt a warmth on her lips, as if someone had just kissed her. Her eyes fluttered open, and she was met with the soft, golden light of dawn filtering through the curtains. The room was quiet, save for the gentle rustle of the sheets as she shifted.
Her heart still pounded from the remnants of her dream, which was fragmented yet filled with intense emotions.