Beauty and the Damned

12 | Damned

Rowan looked like he wasn't expecting it at all. Ariadne wasn't planning on it either. She really wasn't. But Rowan saved her today--saved her from the wrath of her people. She couldn't think of some other ways to thank him. And she remembered how he looked the last time she paid him.

His eyes glinted. He looked at her as if there was something wrong with her but there wasn't. She wanted it. She wanted to see it again--his face when she touched him.

"Did I heard it wrong or did you just say you're going to pay—"

Ariadne did not let him finish his sentence and pushed him inside the chamber. She heard him chuckle as she closed the door behind her.

"Don't make me repeat it," she said and pushed him to the wall. He grunted but chuckled at the end. She breathed and Rowan looked at her as if waiting for what she would do next. But she doesn't know what to do next. Rowan was looking at her. "Changed your mind?" he asked.

"No!" she snapped but she said it way too loud.

"Heavens, woman, you don't need to shout."

"I...I mean no. I just need to take a break. I was on a walk to clear my mind and now I am out of breath—“

She wasn’t able to finish her sentence when in one swift movement, Rowan was now in front of her. She groaned as she hit her back on the wall. Rowan braced his arms on the sides of her head, cornering her.

She looked at him and she was met with his dark eyes, looking at her too. When she was about to say something, Rowan slowly ran his fingers down her arms until he grabbed her wrists. He leaned closer, pushing her more to the wall. She groaned at the feel of his body pressed against hers.

Then he pinned both her hands on top of her head. She let out a shuddering breath and said, “What are you doing?” Her breath was ragged. As if she just ran miles.

But Rowan smirked and leaned closer to her. She could feel his warm breath on her neck and his tight grip on her wrists. “Teaching you something,” he said and she let out a sound as she felt his teeth scraping against her skin. She could feel the lazy strokes of his tongue at the base of her neck. Ariadne squirmed and tried to move but Rowan pressed his body closer to her.

“Rowan—“ Her words are cut by her moans as she felt Rowan’s tongue now licking her earlobe.

“Hmm? You don’t like it?” he said and even his voice ignited something in her. She wanted to hear more. She wants more. Ariadne was about to say something but her words were replaced with a gasp as she felt his one hand wrapping around her waist. And as he pressed closer to her, she couldn’t help but shudder at the feel of him. She is starting to feel him granite-hard against his pants.

She closed her eyes as Rowan trailed kisses on her haw and then he pulled away. She opened her eyes and looked at him. Before she could even say something to him, he leaned and claimed her lips. It wasn’t a soft kiss. It was hard and passionate. It was something she expected it to be and she let Rowan explore her mouth and when he was done with her mouth, he was back to trailing kisses to her jaw down to her neck.

“Rowan—“

“Yes, say my name,” he said and his grip on her wrist tightened as his kisses went down, down, and down. Until she could feel his breath on the thin fabric of her dress. She felt him sniff her and it was her undoing. She squirmed from his grip but Rowan was quick to press his body against hers.

“Don’t move now, Your Majesty. Allow me to have my p*****t,” he said and his hand did lazy strokes on her waist. She felt it move up and she hitched her breath when his knuckles grazed her breast. She wanted it. She craved his touch and she isn’t sure if it was a good thing or not. She couldn’t think straight, she wants him and it was clear he wants her too.

But she knows what’s good. Having him want her is the first step. Maybe she could learn to love him and lift the curse. It was worth a try.

She gasped when Rowan purposely grazed the peak of her breast with his knuckles as if taking his damn time. She closed her eyes as she feels the pleasure slowly building up.

The fabric of her dress is thin and the friction of it against her skin and Rowan’s touch is simply making her crazy. So she did not stop the moan that escaped her mouth. And perhaps her moan was his undoing that he suddenly pulled her dress down, revealing her breasts. Rowan’s eyes showed a feral glint as he stared at her breasts while she couldn’t help but blush at it.

“Stop staring,” she said but Rowan was still staring at it as if it was the first time he has seen those.

Then his eyes went up to her and she already knows what he wants to do. Ariadne prepared herself but the moment she felt his hot breath on her breast, she couldn’t help but let out a shuddering breath. When she felt his tongue in her breast, another moan escaped her mouth as his tongue did lazy strokes on her breast.

“Rowan,” she breathed but she was cut by another moan as she felt Rowan’s hand on her other breast. She closed her eyes as she felt the tingling sensation in between her legs. It’s not a dream. Rowan is touching her and it isn’t a dream. The way his tongue moved was too much that she felt the pleasure building up. She wants more. She’s aching for more so she arched her back to feel his body against hers. Rowan did not push her back to the wall, he let her press her body into his and she could have sworn she felt him smirk while sucking her breast.

Then she felt his teeth grazing his n*****s and she moaned. His hand loosened its grip on her wrists and she was able to get free from it. Ariadne wrapped her arms around his neck while Rowan continued to do wonders with his tongue on her breast. When she felt him remove his hand from her other breast, she groaned in frustration and took his hand. Then she guided it back to her breast.

Rowan pulled away and looked at her. She looked at her questioningly and a grin escaped her mouth. “You never struck me as someone this wild, Your Majesty.”

Fuck. She thought. Even as he calls her Your Majesty is so sexy that she wants him to say it more.

“But everything changed when you touched me back in the dungeon. I know you are craving for this,” he whispered and sniffed her neck. She wanted to protest that he go back to her breast but it was replaced with a  moan as his hand took her legs and wrap it around his waist.

“I’m sorry,” he said and before she could even ask why he was sorry, he ripped the thin fabric of her dress, leaving her with only her undergarment. She gasped as she saw how he tossed the dress away and went back to press her against the wall. With only his undergarment on, she could feel the friction of his pants on her. It felt good. The fabric of his pants on her felt good. So while Rowan was busy kissing her neck and massaging her breast, she grinds on his pants. She could tell Rowan liked it as she heard him groan as she purposely grinds on the bulge of his pants.

“Seems like we are not going to stop with just touching each other now,” he said and pulled her close. But then she felt his hand traveled all the way down from her breast until he reached the waistband of her undergarment. She shuddered and Rowan felt it too. She heard him let out a moan as he played on the waistband of her undergarment, like a cat playing with its food.

But she couldn’t take it anymore. She wants it, she wants him! So with her hand, she grabbed him close and kissed him hard. “Touch me,” she whispered in between kisses and felt Rowan smirking.

“As you wish, Your Majesty,” he said and then he was inside her undergarment. She bit his lip and he moaned at that.

“Please,” she rasped and pulled him closer, feeling him more. She wants more.

More, more, more.

When Rowan’s fingers found the wetness in between her legs, she didn’t care. She was embarrassed but she wants him to find it too. Then Rowan let out a low and guttural sound at what he discovered and touched her again. This time, she let out a louder moan and she didn’t care if it echoed the whole castle and if Delilah heard. All she cared about now id the pleasure Rowan was able to give and the pleasure she’s bound to receive.

Rowan played with her as if she was his meal and there was not a single moment that she was silent. She was moaning, making those sounds she never thought she could make and it was because of Rowan and the things he did with his fingers. When he inserted a finger inside, she gasped and he cursed.

“f**k,” he said and she shivered at the feeling of his breath on her bare skin. Her mouth gaped open as Rowan started to move his finger inside her. Her nails buried on his arm as he continued to thrust.

“That’s it,” he breathed as he stared at her while he was thrusting her fingers in and out. “You like it?” he asked.

She did. She liked it. It was even better than her dreams. Then she felt his thumb on her too and that’s when she tipped her head and arched her back. Rowan then pushed her more to the wall and continued to do wonders using his finger. When he inserted another, she yelped but it was swallowed when Rowan once again claimed her mouth. He bit her lower lip and she gasped.

Rowan took his fingers out and she was about to protest she saw how his fingers moved to his mouth. She watched how Rowan licked his wet fingers. Fingers that were inside her earlier. The sight of it made her kneed buckle and she was about to touch him when he grabbed her shoulders and made her turned around. She gasped at the feeling of the cold wall against her naked breast. Rowan’s arm snaked around her waist and climbed to her breast to squeeze it.

Then he pressed his body and she felt him granite-hard behind her. “Rowan,” she breathed. She wanted to feel it but Rowan doesn’t want to let her. He grabbed her hands again and pinned them on the wall.

“Feel it, Your Majesty,” he whispered as he kept on grinding behind her. She did the same. She grinds on her and Rowan groaned in protest. He pressed her harder against the wall before she felt him remove his pants. Then she gasped as she felt him behind her, raw and hard.

“Rowan, please,” she rasped.

“Please what?” he said and though she couldn’t see him, she could feel him smirking. “What do you want, Your Majesty?”

She closed her eyes as felt him hard and grinding behind her. She bit her lip as she felt his hard c**k caressing her from behind.

“You,” she breathed. “I want you.”

She heard Rowan groan. Perhaps he couldn’t take it anymore too. She let him do what he wants only because she liked it too. When she felt his hard c**k grinding in between her legs, she let out another moan. Rowan pressed his body harder against her, pinning her on the wall. While his hands squeezed on her breasts, his lips were busy biting and sucking her neck, and his hips were thrusting back and forth. He did not penetrate her but the feeling of his raw manhood against her was enough to set her on fire.

“f**k,” Rowan breathed in her ear as he continued to thrust. She did not hold back and moaned. Rowan’s hands and lips were doing their job of making her crazier each second. Then she felt it—the build-up. She moved her hips to meet his thrusts until she exploded and let out a moan so loud. She shivered beneath him and it wasn’t long until she felt Rowan moaned behind her too. The next thing she felt was the warm liquid in between her legs. She sighed and leaned to the wall while Rowan leaned onto her too, kissing her shoulder and the base of her neck.

It felt too good. It was even better than her dreams. And she realized she wanted it, she wants to do it again. She wants to feel him again.

“That wasn’t so bad of a p*****t,” he said before he squeezed her breasts. Before she could even protest, she felt him hard again behind her. The next thing she knew was Rowan grabbing her shoulder and letting her face him this time.

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