Teaching Rowan (Claimed 2)

"Mythological symbols of knowledge," he murmurs when he notices me staring at the artwork. His lips curve into a grin that's almost boyish and shy. "Killian talked me into it getting ink when we were younger. I wanted it to mean something."

"It's beautiful, Sebastian."

He reaches up to touch the owls in flight on his arm, his eyes turning darker as he looks me over. "Maybe even a little prophetic."

I blink up at him.

"I feel like I've been waiting for you my whole fucking life." He laughs, the sound shaky, like he's discomposed. "I just didn't realize at the time what I was waiting for. It was you, little owl. I've always been waiting for you."

"Sebastian," I whisper, my mouth going dry at the intense look on his face. He is…God, he's beautiful. He's dark and light and beautiful.

"Paradise," he whispers back, stepping up in front of me. He cups my cheek in his palm, tilting my face back. "My own little owl."

"Maybe I've been waiting for you too," I murmur, meeting his dark gaze. "My mom likes to roam. When I was little, we traveled all the time. I told her I'd go with her, but only if she promised that we would return to San Francisco for the school year every year. I've always felt like this city was meant to be my home. Maybe that's because some part of me knew I had to be here so you would find me."

Satisfaction blazes in his expression half a second before he claims my mouth. His kiss this time is different. It's hard and deep, a true claiming. He attacks my lips with skill that leaves me dizzy, with desire that leaves me aching. He's a little wild, joyous.

We work together to strip my shirt from my body. He pulls me up to stand in front of him, his big hands running all over my body. He seeks out every inch of exposed skin, his palms searing as he explores me. A tiny part of me worries that my flaws will turn him off, but that part is quickly silenced by the pleased sounds that escape his throat. To him, my body is perfect.

"Fuck," he growls against my lips, delving his hand into my pants to cup my center in a possessive grip. "You were made to take me, Paradise."

I think he might be right. My soft curves yield to his harder frame, locking us together like pieces in a puzzle. My skin is so much darker than his, but his is so much firmer than mine. We're yin and yang, phosphoros and thouros.

I try to grind against his hand, aching. He stops me when he flicks open the button on my pants and then shimmies them down my legs, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my bra and panties. Thank God I wore nice ones today because when he steps back to look at me, he makes another of those little sounds in the back of his throat.

"Gotta feel you in my arms," he growls, ripping his slacks open with shaking hands. He peels them down, taking his boxers with him. And oh my gosh….

"You're big and beautiful everywhere," I blurt out, shocked. I thought penises were supposed to be ugly and way smaller than…well, than that. His is neither ugly nor small. He's almost as long as my forearm, and thicker than my wrist. The broad head of his penis…cock…is red. So is the shaft. Ridges and veins run down it, the root nestled in a small patch of dark curls above his balls.

"Keep talking him up like that and this will be over before it started, Paradise," he says with a little chuckle. His cock bobs like it's trying to get my attention. Before I can reach for it, Sebastian draws me back into his arms, wrapping his body around me.

Every nerve ending in my body fires all at once and my muscles relax as if I've been holding tension I didn't even notice. I'm instantly addicted to the feel of his naked body against me like this. His skin is soft, his big body warm like a furnace. For perhaps the first time, I realize just how much bigger than me he is. My head barely reaches his chest, and he's able to wrap all the way around me with ease. His cock is wedged between us, nestled against my stomach. It's hotter than the rest of him, and somehow harder and softer at the same time.

"You're so soft and sweet," he murmurs, boosting me up into his arms.

I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, clinging to him. His cock is wedged between us again, only this time, he's right up against my center. I grind against him because I can't help myself. It feels so good, like little fireworks pop inside me.

I always thought I'd be a little nervous about losing my virginity, but I'm not. I think I'm too turned on to feel fear. And I know he isn't going to hurt me. He's been nothing but incredible since I met him. I don't know if it's normal to fall in love this fast or not, but I'm pretty sure I'm already halfway there with him, drowning in adoration and happy for it.

"I need you," I whisper, grinding against him again.

"I know you do," he says, leaning forward to kiss my chest again. I realize then that he's greedy. One kiss is never enough for him. One turns to two and then to three and four. And then he's tonguing my nipple through the lace of my bra, biting into the hardened bud.

I cry out his name, grinding against him again and again as more fireworks burst inside me, firing in rapid succession. They strike some spot deep inside me that sends pleasure radiating throughout my entire body and moisture slicking my thighs.

Before I know it, he's laying me out on the bed and peeling my bra off me. The delicate fabric tears beneath his eager hands, making him curse. I don't care though. I help him peel it away from my skin, arching beneath him because he's already falling on top of me, pulling one nipple into his mouth.

"Sebastian!" I sob, writhing as he sucks hard and a whole new sensation blooms to life inside me. This one strikes even deeper than before, hitting me hard. I wrap my legs arounds his hips, mindlessly seeking out the friction I know will help take away the ache he's causing.

He sucks and bites until I'm crying his name in an endless flood, and then he moves to the other side, repeating the process all over again. I scratch my nails down his back, using his cock to get myself off because I can't stop myself. I'm greedy too, desperate even.

A cry of loss escapes my lips when he releases my nipple to kiss down my body. My stomach flexes beneath his lips, and then again when he sinks his teeth into me. I sob his name, so turned on it physically hurts. My skin feels tight, my blood too hot. Everything buzzes and hums like fireflies trapped under my skin.

"You're so damn beautiful, Rowan," he murmurs against my skin. "Every part of you is soft, gorgeous. Jesus, I'm shaking here, little owl." He lays his forehead against my abdomen, sucking in a deep breath. That doesn't seem to help his situation any, because he growls so loud it hurts my ears. "Fucking hell. You smell as good as you look. I already know you're going to taste even better than that."

He kisses down my belly and then onto my mound. He rests his lips there for a brief moment before he growls again and lifts me up to slide my panties down my legs. They're so wet, I feel my sticky juices against my legs as he peels them off me and tosses them toward the end of the bed.

"Has anyone ever ate your cunt before, Rowan?" he asks, lifting his head to look at me. Possessive jealousy glitters in his gaze, turning his onyx eyes into the darkest obsidian. His cheeks are flushed, his stare intense. He's bossy and commanding, compelling me to speak.

"No. No one has e-ever touched me b-before, Sebastian. Only you," I sob, fidgeting beneath him because I can't seem to stay still. Quakes of need ripple through me until I'm trembling and shaking, my teeth chattering between ragged inhales. "Only you. Please."

"No one but me will ever touch you, little owl," he says, his voice dark with masculine satisfaction. The same glitters in his eyes now, stamping every beautiful line of his face with ownership. I love seeing it there, love knowing he wants to keep me. "You're mine and I won't ever share you. I'll kill anyone who tries to take you from me."

"M-me too."