“Thank you, Your Highness,” Rowan said, watching her carefully. “I didn’t realize how much I needed that.”
A new scent permeated the air. A mix of his arousal and hers, mingling, drawing each other out.
“Come a little closer,” he commanded.
God, his tone made her a marionette, powerless to do anything until he pulled on her strings. The tap of her stilettos on the floor let her know she was moving.
“Spread your legs.”
Juliana widened her stance.
“It was so quick for me,” he said quietly. “But it’s going to be quicker for you.” He straightened and leaned closer to her. “Can I touch you?”
Some sound came out of her mouth. It was probably a yes, but she couldn’t be sure. He, however, was.
His hands slipped beneath her dress and under the delicate panties. His thumb found her clit, and his fingers slid inside of her easily. No need for lubrication. Her body was so, so ready.
“Oh, wet and tight.”
She couldn’t hold on to any thought. His thumb pressed against her—one tiny circle—and her whole body loosened, her breath coming out in a heavy pant. Tiny white stars danced in her periphery. She’d touched herself, brought herself to orgasm before. But she’d never come so quickly, so completely. Rowan held her in place, his fingers inside of her, his hand on her hip, steadying her.
“That’s it. So easy. So ready,” he crooned.
Jesus.Had she just thought she held the power?
In this moment, he was all-powerful, all-knowing.
She could only hold on to one thought.
She’d just made a very big mistake.