Pounding at the front door finally roused Rowan from her deep sleep. She looked around for a moment, trying to remember what had happened. A large, goofy smile spread across her face as soon as the memory began to replay.
After Fyn carried her up the stairs, they made love once more on his bed, slower this time. That was until she bit him again. Rowan wasn't sure what it was about her biting him that seemed to make him lose control, but it did. And she absolutely loved it. She had never met anyone that could let go of their tight grasp on control as Fyn.
Charles had been so stuffy and such a perfectionist that it was slightly dull. But she couldn't imagine it ever being boring with Fyn.
She sighed in contentment and buried her head in the pillow, intending on going through their love-ma
