ELI’S POV.
“Rowanne!” I hissed as her name spilt from my lips like a prayer.
My hands instinctively flew to her hair, tangling in the soft, silken strands as if to anchor myself. The sight of her on her knees, and her lips so close to me, unravelled every ounce of control I thought I had left.
She didn’t stop. She didn’t even hesitate. Her hands tugged my pyjama trousers down in one smooth motion, her fingers grazed the sensitive skin of my thighs before they cupped me fully, cradling my balls with just enough pressure to make my knees weak.
“f**k,” I groaned, my voice guttural, as my head tipped back against the cabinet. My chest heaved, and my grip on her hair tightened, not to stop her but to feel more of her, to keep her exactly where I needed her.
Her hands were warm and soft,
