“You we’re fuckin’ made for me,” he murmured. “Never came that hard in my fuckin’ life. And I already get hard whenever I smell cinnamon. I’m done for now.” Though he was speaking very seriously, his voice a low rumble, I couldn’t help but let out a little giggle. “Cinnamon?” I repeated. A lazy grin spread across his face as he dropped a kiss on my lips. “Let me tell you, baby, any time I smell baked goods, I think of you. Naked.” He grabbed my hips, pulling me closer, proving he was still hard inside me. I let out a little gasp of pleasure. “Yeah,” Rowan hissed in satisfaction. “So now, any
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