A Perfect Night

*Hezzlie*

“Why don’t you come to my room?” Rowan’s voice is a near growl as his warm breath fans across my neck and over my ear. I feel a trill trace down my spine and pull my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Okay,” I murmur. In the back of my mind, I think about the items I may need from my room–my phone charger, a toothbrush, my skin care products. But all of those things fade to the background with my eyes focused on his. I see the heat sizzling behind those orbs and know I’m not going to give a flying fuck about my cell phone or anything else but him in a few moments.
He leads me down the hallway to a room near his office. The double doors are large and imposing, and the room itself is set back a bit in an alcove, not hidden but accentuated. Rowan opens the door to reveal a massive bedroom with a sitting area and a kitchenette. I glance around, taking in the deep blues and silvers, but after he closes the door behind us, the only piece of furniture I’m focused on is the massive four-poster bed.
His mouth is on my neck as he leads me over. I close my eyes and stumble along, a hum vibrating through my body. I gasp as his hands ghost underneath my sweater, sending goose bumps all along my abdomen with every grace of his fingers.
He only pulls away from me to lift my sweater up over my head. I'm happy to comply with him as he removes my shirt and then continues to kiss the vein throbbing in my neck where my pulse quickens with each touch.
He’s still behind me when he unhooks my bra and snaps it off, tossing it aside. His fingers play over my nipples, twisting and tugging as I run a hand through his hair and lean back into him. I can feel his massive erection through his pants and grind into him. My patience dims the more he touches me, the more he kisses me.
Rowan unbuttons my pants and tugs the zipper down as we work our way out of our socks and shoes. He thrusts a hand down the front of my panties, his thick fingers sliding over my mound and pushing between my folds. “You’re so fucking wet,” he mumbles into my neck.
I want to respond, to remind him that he has this effect on me, but all I can do is groan and spread my legs a little to give him better access. He pushes one inside of me, then another, and I let out a soft cry. His thumb circles my clit, and I’m about to come undone without him even taking his pants off yet.
He’s not ready for me to be done, though, so he pushes my jeans and panties down, and I step out of them. “On the bed,” he demands, and I comply, rushing forward onto the large mattress. The navy blue blanket is soft beneath me, but I can’t take my eyes off my mate as he removes his shirt, revealing those rippling muscles I long to touch, and then pushes his pants and boxers down to the ground. His cock springs free, and my hand goes to the aching place between my legs.
Launching himself at me, Rowan captures my mouth with a kiss. I’m not sure what position he wants me in, but I know he’ll direct me. His hands are everywhere, and my knees fall open as I grab his ass and pull him toward me. I just want him inside of me–now.
He’s still standing when he takes hold of my hips and tips them up, thrusting deep inside of me in one swoop. My body is used to him now, though, and I take him, all of him, lifting my hips to meet him with each rhythmic tilt of his pelvis against mine.
We stay in this position long enough for me to feel a zing of electricity pass through my body. I shout Rowan’s name as my muscles contract and spasm, my pussy tightening around his dick over and over again. I think he’s about to come, too, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls out, and then he moves me toward the middle of the bed. Instinctively, I flip over, and he climbs behind me. Once again, we’re in the same position we were in the first time he took me, but this time, he’s a bit more gentle as he plunges inside of me. I bury my head in a pillow and gasp, trying to suck in enough air to fill my lungs.
He tugs on my hair, and I let out an animalistic yelp. At this angle, he hits me so deeply, it seems like he’s going to thrust right out of my belly button. I brace myself and feel that familiar sensation coming over me again. This time, when I come undone, he’s with me, grunting and filling me until I’m overflowing with his thick cum.
I’m still panting when he collapses onto the pillow and pulls my back against his chest. He wraps me up, and despite the fact that we are naked on top of the sheets, I’m not cold.
Rowan kisses my neck, and I turn my face toward him, longing to taste him. His tongue glides over mine, and I reach up to cup his cheek, holding him there for several seconds while we solidify our bond.
“Are you okay?” he whispers.
I nod and spin around so I’m facing him. He kisses me again, and I feel his dick twitch. I wonder if that means he’ll be ready to go again in a few minutes. Part of me wants to because I could never get tired of having sex with Rowan, but I also like this part, where we hold one another, and he assures me that none of the hostility he felt toward me before lingers.
Rowan reaches beneath us and pulls the blankets down. I move along with him, and then he sweeps them over the top of us. “What are you thinking about?” he asks, running his thumb across my cheekbone.
“Just… how different things are now,” I admit to him. “This is much nicer than before.”
He smirks at me, and I see a bit of color in his cheeks, which is unusual. “I feel different now than I did before,” he admits. “I was fighting so hard for my kingdom. Now, I’m still fighting, but I’m fighting with you.”
“I will always fight with you.” I lean forward and press my lips to his, and he kisses me back. “I love you, Rowan.”
He pulls back a little and looks at me for a moment, his eyes tracing over my face, as if he’s trying to figure out whether or not I mean it.
I do. I know in my heart that I truly love him, not because the Moon Goddess has compelled me to do so but because of who he is–even with all of his flaws, he is a good man.
He’s my man.
Rowan takes a deep breath and says, “I love you, too, Hezzlie.”
I can’t help the smile that lights my face. I didn’t have to hear it, not yet. I know it’s not easy for him to say, but I believe him. He really does love me.
I rest my head against his shoulder, and he kisses the top of my head. The day started out with a struggle, but it’s finishing in the most perfect way I can imagine. I’m here in the arms of my mate, and he loves me.
What could be more perfect?