When Rowan didn’t protest, Aurora let her hand trail slowly downward, resting it on the bulge between them. The way he squeezed her breast in response made her breath hitch, and her gaze dropped, watching her own fingers stroke him through the fabric. His eyes did too, dark with desire.

“Ah...” she gasped, the ache deep in her center throbbing harder. His fingers never stopped their lazy strokes across her skin, driving her insane with every drag and pause. Her head fell back slightly, pleasure overwhelming her senses.

“You sound so fucking good right now,” Rowan murmured, voice thick. “Do you feel good? Want more?”

“Yes. Please, do more,” she...