But Rowan didn’t stop, his finger dipping lower to push inside my pussy, one thick digit sliding in deep with a wet squelch that only he and I could hear, curling to stroke my inner walls while his thumb kept working my clit.

  “Fuck, you’re dripping for me, Nova—so tight around my finger, clenching like you can’t get enough,” 

  he whispered, his lips grazing my earlobe, nipping lightly as he added a second finger, stretching me with a burn that felt so good, pumping them in and out slowly at first, then faster, the lewd sounds hidden by the blanket but vibrating through my core.

  I bit down on the...