The Fine Print (Dreamland Billionaires #1)(108)

“I love the little noises you make because they’re all mine.” His gaze burns into me as he traces the curve of my breast with his index finger. My skin pebbles in his wake, and my clit throbs.

“But I especially love the moans you make when I do this.” He drops to his knees before his tongue drags across my center. My hips buck off the mattress, and Rowan presses his palm flat against my stomach, holding me down.

“I thought I knew what it meant to be selfish, but then I met you. I want to own you in every way that matters. Your time. Your smiles. Your heart.” His devious smile sends a shiver down my spine.

There’s no other word to describe the way he worships me. I feel like I’m laid on an altar, with Rowan showering me with his devotion. He uses his tongue as a weapon, turning me into nothing but putty beneath his hands. My world shifts to black as I shut my eyes and get lost in the feel of his tongue fucking me into oblivion.

His hands grip my ass and squeeze, making me gasp. “Eyes on me.”

My eyes snap open as I stare down at him. He keeps his gaze locked on mine as he sucks on my clit, proving how much he owns my body and heart. My head drops back on its own while my eyes roll into the back of my head.

He pulls away and presses his thumb against my clit. “What did I say?”

I rise on my elbows and stare at him devouring me. It’s sensual, the way his mouth moves. Our gazes hold as he pumps another finger into me, bringing forth another wave of pleasure. He thrusts in rhythm with his tongue. I’m gasping and grabbing at sheets, trying to hold on to keep me grounded.

Rowan doesn’t like that. His actions scream it, and his movements are frenzied. He wants me wild and begging because every action after says so. His fingers become relentless, teasing my G-spot like he owns it. I buck under him, but his hand remains steady, pressing me into the sheets, forcing me to do nothing but feel.

My orgasm hits me out of nowhere, like a massive wave of pleasure, starting from my head and moving its way to my toes.

I feel completely numb as the jangle of his belt buckle fills the silence. I’m unable to move and do anything.

Rowan kisses his way back up my body. “I love you so damn much, Zahra.”

It’s amazing how three little words could set off an entire swarm of butterflies in my stomach.

“Would you be willing to try something new with me?”

I thought alpha Rowan was sexy, but there’s something about his hesitant voice that has me running a hand down his back in support.

He places a soft kiss against my lips. “Do you trust me?”

I take a deep breath. After everything we’ve been through, I shouldn’t. We might have some work to do, but I know Rowan loves me. He gave up his future in Chicago for me. His actions speak the loudest words, even if it took him some time to get there.

“Yes. I do.”

“Good. I don’t want to use a condom with you.”

“I’m sorry. What?” I blink. While he knows I’m on the shot, I never expected him to ask something like this. Not with his kind of history with women.

He cups my cheek. “I don’t want anything else between us anymore.”

My eyes become all misty. I shouldn’t cry, but it’s hard to avoid based on the swell of emotion in my chest.

After being manipulated and abused by too many people, he is willing to give up this last bit of control he has over his life and trust me.

I nod, unsure if I can speak because of how tight my throat feels.

The smile he offers me is one I will never forget for the rest of my life. He stands back up and tugs me toward the edge of the bed with enough power to make me yelp. My legs are thrown over each of his shoulders. I nearly melt into the sheets as he places the softest kiss against the inside of my thigh.

Rowan lines his cock up with my core. “Now that I have you, I’ll never let you go.” He pushes into me slowly.

I claw at the bed beneath me. “I don’t want you to.”

“It’s cute that you think you have a choice.” He pushes more, stealing my breath away. His hands dig into my skin, holding me steady as he slams the rest of the way.

This time, the sex is different. Every touch feels like a promise and every kiss a vow. Rowan’s pace is punishing in a completely different way—with his slow thrusts.

He doesn’t stop worshipping my body as he whispers in my ear.

“I’m not sure what I did right in my life to deserve your love, but I’ll stop at nothing to protect it.” His lips find mine and he softly kisses me. “I’ll work every damn day to make sure you always have a reason to smile, even if it means sharing them with the rest of the world.” He withdraws to slide back into me, this time with a bit more desperation. “And I’ll ruin anyone who threatens your happiness.”

I lose the battle with my eyes, and tears slide down my cheeks. Rowan kisses away each of my tears in a silent promise.

And with a few more strokes, we fall together like we’re meant to.





Rowan holds me tight against his chest. I trace a mindless pattern across it, following the lines of muscle.

“So, I might have said something uncharacteristically mean to your father after your presentation today.”

“While my father is the last person I want to speak about while naked in bed with you, I’m too curious to pass this up.”