ROWANNE’S POV.
And then his voice came from behind low and commanding, cutting through my haze.
“You’re wet, peach. Now, beg.”
“Hm,” I whispered, my voice muffled as I buried my face into the bed, trying to compose myself. But any attempt to calm the storm inside me was shattered the moment I felt his hands reach for the edge of my lace panties.
They were soaked.
He pulled them down slowly, dragging the damp fabric along my thighs before peeling them away entirely. The air hit my bare skin, cool and teasing. I swallowed hard while my body tightened with anticipation.
Then, his hand grazed my wet folds, so light it was almost a tease, and my body jolted.
“Eli!” I gasped, my voice trembling with need.
He didn’t say a word. Instead, his hands gripped my thighs, parting the
