My Fated Mate Can Have Her Chapter 269: Behind the Veil [18 ]

Rowan

It had been so long. That night under the willow trees felt like a lifeti ago. I could still rember the taste of her, the sounds she made, the way her walls had gripped so tight I nearly saw stars.

My fingers moved faster, rubbing tight circles against her center. She squird in my lap, her movents dragging her backside against my aching cock, and I had to grit my teeth to swallow my groan.

Her breathing grew ragged, her thighs trembled, and I feel the tension building inside her like it was mine.

I felt her orgasm through the bond before I felt it on my fingers.

It crashed through her in a wave of sensation so intense it nearly took with her. Her nub pulsed beneath my fingertip, and her whole body went rigid in my arms.

I replaced my hand on her mouth with my lips, kissing her deeply and swallowing her cry.

She shuddered against , trembling through the aftershocks, and I held her tight.

But I didn’t stop.

My fingers slid lower, through her soaked folds, and found her entrance.

I pushed inside.

She was so wet my finger sank in easily, her walls imdiately clenching around , hot and slick and impossibly tight. I added a second finger and she gasped into my mouth, her back arching.

I groaned against her lips.

She felt incredible. Her inner walls squeezed my fingers with every thrust, dragging against my knuckles when I pulled out. I curled my fingers, searching for that spot inside her, and when I found it she jerked so hard she nearly slipped off my lap.

My other hand moved to her throat, feeling her heartbeat race beneath my fingers.

I moved slowly at first, pumping my fingers in and out of her, and feeling her wetness drip down my wrist.

Her hands flew to my forearm, gripping the arm buried between her thighs. Her nails bit into my skin but she didn’t push away.

I increased my pace.

My hips were moving too, rocking against her in small thrusts I couldn’t control. My cock was leaking now, the tip wet, and soaking through my pants. Every brush of her body against mine sent shudders through .

The kiss broke.

"Rowan," she moaned, loud enough that I kissed her again imdiately.

No one else could hear her like that. No one.

I thrust my fingers faster, and harder, my palm grinding against her clit with every stroke. She was whimpered and gasped into my mouth and I drank them all down, moaning back against her lips.

My control was fraying.

Each thrust of my fingers was matched by a thrust of my hips. The friction against my length was unbearable, building toward a peak I was desperately trying to hold back.

I was leaking steadily now. If this went much further, I would lose control entirely. I would rip her undergarnts off and drive into her right here, decency be damned, and the boat would rock so violently everyone on the canal would know exactly what we were doing.

The cabin was too small. Too cramped. I had chosen this vessel because I thought Violet wouldn’t want the attention of sothing grander.

I cursed my own thoughtfulness.

My mber twitched against her back and I bit down on her lower lip.

She climaxed again.

Her thighs clamped together around my hand, trapping my fingers inside her. Her walls pulsed and clenched around in rhythmic waves. I felt every flutter, every spasm, and my mind swam.

I didn’t join her, but I was close. Dangerously close.

When she finally went limp against , I let my fingers slip out slowly. My hand was coated in her arousal, glistening, and the sight of it made my cock throb painfully.

But I couldn’t stop touching her.

I found myself still kissing her neck, still nibbling at the sensitive skin, and unable to pull away. My wet hand found her breast, squeezing firmly through her dress, probably leaving a damp mark on the fabric.

I didn’t care.

She touched my wrist, her fingers weak and trembling.

"Rowan," she whispered.

Her voice...

I needed more.

I needed to be inside her. Properly. I needed to feel her wrapped around my cock instead of my fingers. I needed to hear her scream my na without having to muffle it.

I sent a ntal command to the wolf navigating the boat, "Take us back. The other route. Closer to the castle. Now."

The response ca instantly, "Yes, my Lord."

I barely registered it.

My face was buried in Violet’s neck, breathing in her scent. My hand slid down her stomach, pushing past her bunched skirt to find her soaked folds again.

She whimpered when I touched her.

I was going to lose my mind before we even reached the castle.

[ - ]

I kicked my chamber door closed behind us and rushed to set her on the bed.

She looked up at , dazed and flushed, her grey eyes hazy with lingering pleasure. Her dress was rumpled, her skirt still bunched unevenly from the boat, her hair mussed from my hands.

I stepped back and reached for my shirt.

I couldn’t get it off fast enough. My fingers fumbled with the buttons, and I gave up halfway, yanking it over my head and tossing it aside. I unfastened my pants with growing urgency, and shoved them down my legs.

My cock sprang free, hard and aching. The tip glistened with the wetness that had been building since the boat.

Violet’s eyes dropped.

Her flush deepened, spreading down her neck, and I watched her swallow hard. Her hands moved to her own dress, fingers fumbling with the laces at her back, her movents slow and clumsy with lingering daze.

I crossed the distance between us in two strides and climbed the bed, my hands replacing hers at her back. I worked the laces loose with more patience than I felt, then pulled the dress up and over her head in one motion.

She wore nothing beneath it but her undergarnts. A thin slip and smallclothes already soaked through.

I groaned at the sight and kissed her, pressing her back against the bed.