#f4wnrot

nesta wouldn’t even mind if he wasn’t touching her. but blissfully, he is. the steady rhythm of his fingers draws yet another moan from her and she can’t keep herself from grinding against his hand. she wants to take all of him ( always has ) and in more ways than one she’s thankful that her mouth is otherwise occupied by him. she might just be drunk enough to spill how often she’s woken up from dreams like this only to touch herself - never quite admitting to herself that he was the one she’d been dreaming of all along. her tongue teases the underside of his cock, as if to say as much for her, and she quickly finds that she can’t take her eyes off his features. nesta spreads her legs a little wider, hips lifting to meet his thrusting fingers, and despite herself ( her desire to watch his every move ) her eyes roll to the back of her head. 

Rowan growled down at her, his chest tightening. They were running out of time, or at least he was running out of patience. "You need to shift" A last resort, a tactic he wasn't intending on trying with her. She belonged to someone else, hadn't she said as much? His canines flashed at her, shoving his body harder against hers. Still she did not, did not indicate that she even cared to have him in her space. Rowan growled, his hand loosening around her throat to tilt her head away. If she would not, he would. His teeth sank into the flesh between her neck and shoulder, biting until he heard and felt her respond. Rowan didn't release her, something switching in his head the moment his mouth had touched her skin.

❛❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜❜ it's true, he never aims to hurt anyone but sometimes it feels like it's out of his control and no matter what he does, people around him suffer. being a high lord seems to bring the bad and he doesnt know how to separate that from him.