11. Rowen

My knees barely hit the bed, my ass upturned for Braxton, when I feel his fingers blaze a path up the backside of my thighs. The sensation causes a full-body shiver. There's no way to stop it.

"You ready for my mouth on you, siren?" he groans before I feel him nudge my thighs further apart, making room. Not knowing what for only heightens the feeling trembling through me.

My body does what he's silently asking. Only then do I feel his tongue take the same path his fingers were just skating.

"God, yes." My head drops to the mattress, my hands finding purchase in the bed sheets, and when he glides his tongue from my clit to the entrance of my pussy, I let out a guttural moan.

"Fuck yeah." He moves so quickly I barely understand what he's doing until Braxton is on his back beneath me, his shoulders wedged between my spread thighs, his hand pushing my body down.

"Holy fuck, I thought this only happened in porn movies," I breathe out. Braxton laughs against my center he just had his mouth on, and it only makes my body shake that much more.

"The things I'm going to do to this sweet cunt." I feel him. Braxton is surrounding me everywhere. From the depths of my soul down to the marrow of my bones.

The sweeping of his tongue, the firm grip he has on my inner thighs, it keeps my completely on edge. I'm holding on to the sheet beneath my fingers as he takes my clit into his mouth, giving it to me softly, as if he's working my body up. Because I know that in a matter of moments, he'll use his teeth to scrape my clit as his tongue slides through my wetness and mimics just what he'll do with his cock once he finally gives me what I want.

"God, Braxton, more." My voice comes out in a purr. My hips move downward when he licks forward, both of us working seamlessly together. I feel one finger slowly slip inside me. My pussy bears down on it, not used to feeling this sensation yet grasping at it all the same. I've dreamed of feeling him inside me, even though it's not his cock yet.

He works me up, then brings me down, never stopping using his mouth and finger until I'm hovering over that precipice of happiness.

"Don't stop," I groan when I feel him take his finger away from my greedy pussy.

"Not stopping. I'm going to give you more, just stretching you so I don't hurt you, siren," he grumbles.

"Thank God," I smart off. His other hand that was gripping my thigh leaves it, smacking my ass.

"Fucking hell, woman. I can see how much you enjoyed that. We'll be circling back to that too," he says firmly. This time placing two fingers at my entrance, my thighs starting to burn, but in a delicious way, as his lips surround my clit. He presses firmly inside me while slowly scissoring them and stretching me.

"Braxton." He's already building me up. This time, there's no stopping. My body is in the throes of passion, my body quivering, and then I feel it.

"Oh!" The words I have on the tip of my tongue are taken from me as I fall more on top of him. The orgasm he is giving me is so powerful that my lower body becomes completely and utterly boneless.

He gives me one last lick across my sensitive clit before moving out from underneath me. I'm still just lying there when he says, "Goddamn, that's a beautiful sight." I'm already imagining what he could see that's so beautiful when he states, "My woman is worn out, and I did that." Braxton may as well be thumping on his chest like he's a damn alpha warrior.

"Hush," I mumble, but my words are completely stilted when I see him standing there, naked, precum dripping from his length.

"Rowen, you ready to be mine?" he questions. I watch as his hand wipes the desire off his chin, not even bothered by it, but Braxton doesn't stop there. Oh no. He takes that same hand that's now coated with my desire and fists his hard cock. A whimper builds up inside me, causing me to get back on my hands and knees to move towards him when he grunts, "Show me, siren. I want to see every bare inch of your sweet-as-sin body." I roll over, plant my feet on the mattress, and spread my legs. The only thing on my body is something he gave me and what I had inked on my body to brand him on me. From the feather necklace he gave me, the piercing in my navel that's gold in color, but the jewel is reminiscent of his eyes, and the last thing that I branded to my lower hip, a feather. When I looked up the meaning, it couldn't have been more perfect. It signifies a connection between yourself and the person who gave it to you, trust, honor, and wisdom.

"I'm ready for you to make me yours, Braxton."

"Rowen, you're already mine. You have to know that now more than ever." The way his head tips to the side, giving me a smile, I know is only meant for me. It's made this wait beyond worth it.

"I do, so much." He walks towards me. Tonight may be somewhat painful, but I couldn't be happier that it's happening between the two of us.