*Mature content ahead!*
Rosalind's back met the wall and a small gasp slipped out before she could catch it.
Rowan had her wrists pinned on either side of her head, his body towering over her. I want you too, she'd told him, and the moment those words left her mouth, his gaze turned darker, as though hunger had taken shape behind his eyes.
Rowan leaned in and captured her lips. The kiss wasn't gentle the way it had been before but careful enough not to hurt her, and possessive enough to make her chest tighten. His grip on her wrists firmed as his tongue slid into her mouth, moving against hers with a confidence that made her pulse stumble.
He tasted her slowly, then more insistently, and she felt herself melt into the pressure and heat of his mouth.
Rosalind's closed her eyes to fill it better, her stomach fluttered with a mix of excitement and nerves as she gave in, responding at her own pace, teasing him back in small, unsteady ways that made something in Rowan shift.
