*Harper*
The taste of him clung to my lips. Salt, smoke, something darker I couldn't name.
My breath came in short, sharp bursts against his mouth as Rowan slowly pulled back, but only enough to see me. His eyes weren't just cold, they were hungry.
I didn't move, I just couldn't.
His hand remained on my jaw, fingers spread like he had no intention of letting me go, and his other hand still gripped my hip possessively, as if I had already become his and he was just deciding how he wanted to use me.
“You're shaking," he murmured.
“I'm not afraid," I said, and I wasn't, but I was trembling for something far more dangerous. Something new in me that screamed to be taken.
His mouth tilted in the faintest smirk. “No. But you're aching."
He turned me again, this time slower. My back presse
