My Fated Mate Can Have Her

Chapter 270: A Mouthful Of Him [18+]

[Warning: Mixed Pov]

- Violet -

"Wait."

The word came out before I could stop it.

Rowan froze above me, his body taut, his breathing ragged.

His eyes searched my face, concern flickering through the haze of desire.

"What’s wrong?"

"Nothing." My voice was barely a whisper. "I just... I wanted to try something."

He stared at me, confusion mixing with the hunger in his gaze.

My hand trembled as I reached between us.

My fingers brushed against him by accident, just a graze along his length, and his whole expression shifted.

His eyes went dark, his jaw clenched and a muscle in his cheek jumped.

His member twitched violently against my fingers.

I stared at him, stunned.

Rowan’s eyes were closed, his chest was heaving, and his hands fisted in the sheets on either side of my head.

He looked... undone.

I had done that to him?

My heart thundered.

I didn’t know why but I liked the look on his face.

Slowly, deliberately this time, I wrapped my fingers around him.

We both went still.

He was hot in my palm. Hard and thick and pulsing with heat. I could feel his heartbeat through the rigid flesh.

His eyes snapped open, glowing now with a wild look flashing through them.

The muscles across his shoulders jumped beneath his skin, his whole body going taut, while his length twitched again in my grip.

"Let me," I breathed, tearing my gaze away from his face.

It felt so difficult to bring the words out, and my face heated up as I tried to say it.

"Please. I want to... I want to do what you did for me."

For a moment, he didn’t move. He just stared at me, his chest heaving.

Then, slowly, he shifted.

I wasn’t entirely sure how it happened. One moment he was above me, the next he was seated against the headboard, his back against the pillows, and I was beside him.

We were both stunned by the sudden change in position.

My eyes dropped to his lap.

And I truly looked at him for the first time.

He was... large.

I had known this, of course. I had felt him inside me, but I had never actually stopped to look. Not with him and not even with Kael.

It had either been dark, or I had been too overwhelmed, or things had moved too fast.

But now, in the soft light of his chambers, I could see everything.

It stood rigid against his stomach, flushed and swollen, the tip glistening with moisture. Thick veins traced along the shaft, and the base was framed by dark hair. He was intimidatingly large, and looking at it now, I genuinely could not understand how it had ever fit inside me.

My pulse quickened as a strange mix of dismay and arousal curled through my stomach.

It looked strange, it really did, but... just looking at it made heat pool between my legs

"Violet."

His voice was strained. I looked up to find him watching me, his jaw clenched, his hands fisted in the sheets at his sides.

"You don’t have to—"

"I want to," I interrupted quickly. My face burned. "I’m sorry, I just... I wanted to do something for you. I really want to..."

"You don’t need to apologize," he said roughly. "You never need to apologize for wanting to touch me."

I swallowed hard.

He took my wrist and kissed the underside of it, his breath hot against my skin.

His hand was shaking.

He place my hand on him and I flinched. It was hotter than before. But the jerked movement of my hand clasped around him made Rowan stiffen in return.

He brought his hand down to cover mine. It looked like he was struggling to bring his breathing under control.

My stomach turned.

He looked so... adorable.

"Maybe this can come later–uh–"

I did not know what had taken over me at the moment, by my hand had drifted down his length, eliciting a groan from him.

I did it again, sliding my palm along his length, feeling the silken skin shift over the hardness beneath. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right. My movements were clumsy, uncertain, but when I reached the tip and felt the slick wetness there, my thumb brushed over it instinctively.

Rowan groaned, his head falling back against the headboard.

"Violet..."

The sound of my name in that broken voice sent a thrill through me.

He was reacting like this. How would he react if I did what the woman at the pleasure house did?

Could I do that?

I wasn’t sure, but I wanted to try.

I shifted, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. My hands were still trembling.

I leaned down.

My breath ghosted over his tip and he jerked, a sharp hiss escaping through his teeth.

He grabbed my head. "Violet, what are you—"

I licked him.

I had only did it slightly, swiping my tongue across the swollen head.

The fluid tastes a bit strange and he smelled... nice.

I liked how it smelt.

His whole body shuddered.

I did it again, a little bolder, dragging my tongue along the underside of the tip. More of that clear fluid had gathered at the tiny hole at the tip, and I licked it away.

"Urgh..." The guttural groan tore out of him, his hold still firm on the back of my head. "Violet—"

I took him into my mouth.

It was just that swollen top. My lips stretched around his girth, and I had to open my mouth wider than I expected. He was thick and hot against my tongue, filling my mouth in a way that was strange and overwhelming.

I didn’t know what I was doing, but the top felt so soft and smooth.

I remembered the woman. How had she even moved her head? I wasn’t sure I could go any further than this.

Watching and doing were very different things.

I sucked gently, my tongue swirling clumsily around the tip, and Rowan made a sound I had never heard from him before. Something between a groan and a whimper.

His fingers threaded through my hair as his grip tightened.

He trembled.

"Violet..."

This felt so nice.

It was almost as if he was entirely at my mercy.

I licked more at the surface, sucking and lightly grazing that soft flesh with my teeth.

Could I eat—

His hand jerked and my head was slightly pushed downward.

I gripped his thigh with my other hand, holding myself back.

My pulse quickened as my jaw ached almost immediately.

He was too thick, too big, and I could feel him pressing against the back of my mouth before I had even taken half of him.

I pulled back slightly, adjusting, trying to get back to where I was.

I couldn’t take all of him. Not even close.

But I did what I could. I bobbed my head slowly, using my hand to stroke what my mouth couldn’t reach.

My rhythm was uneven, and I was sure I wasn’t doing an entirely good job, but his low whimpers and moaned made my core flutter.

I wanted to hear more of those sounds.

"Violet—wait— I’m going to—"

His hand tightened in my hair, and he yanked me off him.

My eyes widened, stunned by the sudden reaction.

I looked up at him, uncertain, my hand still wrapped around his length.

His expression nearly stopped my heart.

He looked wild. His eyes were glowing and his whole body trembled with restraint.

"Violet," he growled.

Before I could respond, he moved, flipping me over while he pressed me down with a searing kiss.

- Rowan -

My mind was still reeling from what she had done.

Her mouth, her tongue, and the hesitant, clumsy way she had taken me in, was going to make me go mad.

I kissed her harder, ripping off what was left concealing her body.

The feel of her bare skin against mine made me shudder.

Her breasts pressed against my chest, soft and warm, her nipples hard little points dragging against my skin.

My hands roamed everywhere hungrily, cupping her sides, her hips, her thighs...

I couldn’t get enough.

I broke the kiss to savour her.

She was bare beneath me now, and she was looking back.

A shudder coursed through me.

She was looking back at me.

Watching.

Her eyes traced over my shoulders, my chest, my stomach, before dropping lower to where I was hard and aching between us.

Fascination flickered in her eyes.

My breath caught.

Her chest heaved with rapid breaths, her skin flushed pink from her cheeks to her breasts. Her thighs had fallen open naturally, and I could see how wet she was, glistening and swollen.

"You’re beautiful," I breathed.

The flush on her cheeks deepened, but she didn’t look away this time.

I kissed her again, positioning myself between her thighs.

The head of my length nudged against her entrance. I could feel her heat, her wetness, and it took everything I had not to drive into her in one rough thrust.