Rowe (Primal, #1)

by Dylan Page

I grabbed onto his arms, my fingers not even close to encircling his biceps, my legs squeezing around his waist, as I bit my lip to keep from screaming. I could feel my wetness soak his hand, and I realized he actually made me squirt. He kept going, his hand flying, his teeth bared, veins on his neck bulging, and I screamed when my orgasm suddenly burst, the world blurring around me. Shaking hard, I sagged against him, its aftershocks lightly hitting me a second time as he slowed, his other hand coming up to stroke my hair so tenderly that it, combined with the incredible orgasm I’d just had, had me whimpering against his chest. Rowe lifted me from the edge, lowering me into the water to rinse me off one last time. He was so exceedingly gentle as I trembled in his arms, carefully washing the last of the soapy substance from my hair and body before he got me out, letting me lie along the side of the pool so he could clean himself. I lay there like a corpse, staring up at the ceiling in disbelief and shock. I hadn’t been with many men, a handful at best, but the one I’d been with the longest had been Michael.