Aelin spent the next day watching Rowan throughout their daily duties. She couldn't wait to get him alone and ravage him. But she had to wait until night, even as a Queen she could only do so much to grant alone time.
She had asked Aedion to keep their advisors distracted for the day and all to amused, he agreed. Using her assassin stealth, she snuck through the halls, avoiding the notice of everyone, from the lowest scullery maid to her very own courtiers.
When she heard Rowan's voice around the corner she stopped and hid herself in a nook, feeling playful. Rowan appeared to solidify out of the air in front of her, his body pressed hard against hers.
"I've managed to avoid everyone save you."
"You forget that the wind and I are one in the same. I can feel your presence in the air. Your scent is everywhere, filling my senses, it's almost distracting. Your arousal only makes it more potent."
Aelin's knees wobbled, and to tease her Rowan sent a gentle breeze through her clothes. She bit her lip, silencing a lengthy moan. In a flash he had her pressed against the wall. The elaborate dress she'd been wearing was no longer neat and pressed. Rowan worked the dress up from her ankles to her thighs, exposing her garter socks. he gently but steadily ran his hand in between her legs, making her tremble all over. Soon her underthings felt like an ocean and Aelin hissed as her hips swayed into Rowan's waiting hand.
His finger slipped around the outside of her underthings, teasing the outside of her most sensitive place. Rowan kept his eyes on hers, seeing Aelin bite her lip to silence the answering whimper. Her cheeks were red with passion and eyes dark with need for him. Her skinny fingers wrapped around his wrist and forced his hand closer. Her head fell back as her lips parted in anticipation. His long fingers were now inside of her, fluttering, curling, caressing.
Aelin's legs were now shaking. Rowan leaned into her, his mouth closing on her neck, sucking at her skin. Her hands were on his shoulders, welcoming. She felt his fangs scrape her neck and nearly came with the bolt of lust it sent through her. She pulsated on Rowan's fingers, squeezing, not letting go.
Rowan opened his mouth, testing her skin with his fangs, taunting her. He stopped moving his fingers and caused Aelin to nearly scream with frustration over his paused movements. She vengefully dragged her nails down his back, leaving rows of angered skin.
Baited, he pierced her throat with his dagger-like fangs, claiming. Aelin's eyes rolled back in her head, her expression at the peak of passion. She came onto his waiting fingers. He removed them and delicately cleaned them with his tongue. With the loss of his hand, Aelin could feel the hardness of his groin pressed into her. She shamelessly rubbed against him and violently ripped his shirt open. A growl rose from deep in Rowan's chest and he nearly shredded her dress. Effortlessly, he swept her off her feet and ground their hips together.
They are no longer in the hall, now in her chambers. He lays her down on her bed, taking the rest of her clothes off, leaving only her socks. Aelin helps him undress without ripping his pants and guides him to settle on top of her.
He tantalizes her, spreading her legs and settling in between them. Electricity almost charges the air as they become one. Aelin's breasts quiver as her breath quickens. Clasping her hands in his, he begins to move above her. They cleave together like rocks caught in a wave: rough, unstoppable, like a force of nature.
Her hair is later tangled in his big hands, pulling every time he thrusts into her. The force of it displays her neck in such a way that Rowan can't help but suckle it again. She instinctually cradles him tighter to her. With a primal roar, he brings them both to finish. Both sated for now, he wraps himself around her and they fall asleep.
[possible baby names?: visenya, aerea, aeryn, aelinor, daella, rhaenys, merrin, tabrett]