DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains graphic and explicit scenes. If that makes you uncomfortable feel free too skip to the last few paragraphs or ignore this chapter altogether (seriously, even I got embarrassed while writing). 

As always, everyone else, please enjoy ;)

¤Chapter Thirty-three¤

One minute I'm floating and the next I'm drowning.

That's how I felt. On the outside, you'll see a girl lying on her bed and staring blankly at a small crack on the ceiling. On the inside, my mind traveled in every direction. Now that I have a few minutes to myself I can gather my thoughts but at the moment I have more questions than answers. 

My room feels too stuffy and depressing. If I wasn't potentially being watched I would go to the pond but even that place feels different now. Although it was just for a short time, I've shared that space with someone so it's no longer mine.

I have a sinking gut feeling that something is brewing in the background. It's been too quiet lately and considering who's come to town recently, that means trouble. He attacked Jace first but never made any direct attempts at pursuing me. A couple months ago, I waited earnestly for this very moment but now I'm worried.

I'm not the only one involved anymore.

I turned on my side and looked at the rays seeping through the closed blinds. That's the thing about light, it'll always find a way in even when you try to block its path. If Owen's the light, I thought, then I'm the glass that surrounds the bulb, keeping it safe while giving it room to shine.

The doorbell rang, pulling me from contemplation. I walked past my mirror and paused. For the first time in a while I felt the need to change or fix my appearance but laziness won and I opened the door downstairs wearing black silk pajamas. Owen stood before me in a white button down shirt tucked into a pair of black jeans. He looked like a teenage heartthrob. 

"I thought you were just stopping by for a few minutes," I studied his appearance accusingly. "You're dressed like we're going on a date."

"Well," He brought forward a hand hidden behind his back and presented a bouquet of circus roses. "I decided to wow you"

"I'm wowed but wowing usually comes before the relationship starts, no?" I took the bicolored roses and stared at the petals in awe. The center is bright yellow while the outside and edges are a deep shade of red —almost the same color as the streaks in my hair. They look fierce and delicate at the same time. The fragrance is sweet but there's a kick to it that will probably burn your nose off if you sniff it too long.

It's perfect.

"I'll wow my girlfriend whenever I feel like it." He pouted in a way that even I thought was cute.

He watched while I filled an empty vase with water and dropped the roses in. I want to call them fire roses because that's what they remind me of; something that looks pretty but might bite if you get too close.

"I'm bringing these to my room," I announced. "You can come if you want." I headed up the stairs without waiting for him to follow.

"When I saw them I thought of you instantly" There was a hint of pride in his voice. Our eyes met in the mirror and I quickly looked away, pretending to focus on something on the vase. Why do I feel shy all of a sudden?

"I thought fireflies reminded you of me?" I probed as I moved my lamp to make space on my nightstand.

He grinned. "Yes but unfortunately I didn't have enough time to catch any so these are the next best thing"

And Brittney thinks talking to him is boring?

After setting down the roses, I turned and sat on the bed then patted the spot next to me signaling for him to sit. "I didn't think I was the flowers type but they're beautiful, thank you"

"You forgot to say baby" He tsked.

"What?" My eyes widened.

"You have to say 'thank you, baby' for me to acknowledge your gratefulness" His eyes glinted with amusement.

"Well don't get your hopes up 'cause I can't —won't— say that" I turned my head in the opposite direction.

"Aha!" He grabbed my hands in his, briefly startling me. "So that's why you acted weird earlier when I said it; you're embarrassed but you secretly like it"

"I do not." I titled my chin in a vain attempt to act superior.

"Repeat after me," He began. "Bae-bee" 

"Screw you" I muttered under my breath, irritated because I almost said it. Why did I agree to go out with him again?

He grabbed my chin, turning my head towards him. Wild eyes stared back at me. They were filled with such strong desire, my treacherous body was willing to succumb immediately. "Not until you submit to me."

"What makes you think I'm submissive?" My eyes traveled to his lips momentarily but he noticed and smiled.

"I'm sure it's not a trait you like to revel in since you seem to be dominant in all other aspects but—" He shifted so his body pinned me against the soft mattress. "Even leaders enjoy following sometimes"

"Where do you plan on taking me?" My breathing became shallow. The very fact that we were now exchanging the same breath was enough to make my body weak.

"Wherever you wanna go." His lips pressed against mine and the little air I was given was greedily sucked away. He wrapped one hand around my waist and caressed my face with the other as I arched into his touch. My hands fumbled with his shirt but eventually the buttons gave way to a lean body beneath. I ran eager fingers across his sturdy chest and a tormented groan escaped his lips.

"I refuse to let you be on top" I said between gasps after we pulled apart to catch our breath.

He smirked down at me with mischievous eyes. "Okay"

"I won't allow you to flip me over either" I pointed sternly but knew in the back of my mind I wouldn't try to stop him. Still, my pride is on the line.

Slowly, he stood up then grabbed my ankles, yanking me to the edge of the bed so he could stand between my legs. I bit my lips to suppress the moan that wanted to escape after feeling his hard bulge rub against me through the thin material of my pajama pants. His fingers gripped the silky fabric and pulled it off my legs. A satisfied smile appeared on his lips when he noticed my amazed expression. I guess he kind of knows what he's doing.

I helped him by hastily removing my top then stood on my knees just as he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders. I placed kisses on the left side of his chest and slid my index finger in front of his jeans, pulling him closer by tugging the belt before undoing the button. 

He pulled me into another breath stealing kiss as he lowered me so I was laying down again. After slipping his pants off, he regained his position on top of me and trailed gentle kisses from the crook of my neck all the way down to my wrist. When he was done with one side, he repeated the process with the other. I squirmed in need beneath him.

"I know this is your first time but your pace is killing me" I couldn't help but arch my body against his again, wanting way more than I was getting.

His lips made it's way back up to my cheek. "If you want me to move faster, you can always call me baby"

"What's the second option?" I asked stubbornly.

A hand traveled behind my back and unclasped my black bra. With a husky voice he said, "The second option is to wait"

I wanted to protest but his other hand finally found its way between my legs and began meticulously massaging the tender core that throbbed there. I wiggled beneath his weight as the unfaltering sensation continued to build within me. Soft lips connected with mine again. It strengthened the electrifying feeling that caused my body's temperature to raise to alarming heights. Soon the kiss deepened and his pace increased —surprising and overwhelming me at the same time.

"Owen," The moan I've been holding back traitorously escaped. My hands gripped the sheets as a long-lost feeling steadily approached. "Baby, please"

Just then, two fingers slid between my slippery folds and filled me with another burst of desire. Warm liquid trickled out as the calculated back and forth movement of his hand brought me to the edge. His attentive mouth covered my nipple and began nibbling at the protruding bud. 

When I felt I could no longer handle the raging sensation, I tilted my head back and my body jerked as the first wave of pleasure hit me with a force I've never felt before. I gasped through the fervent tremors, clinging to the sheets like it would make me less reactive. Once the crude wave passed, Owen pulled out moistened fingers and salaciously slipped them into his mouth.

His eyes closed like he was truly analyzing the flavor. "You taste like heaven, baby"

His provocative words heightened my desire and I bit my lip, craving even more. With little effort, I pushed him over so I was on top straddling him. He maneuvered out of his boxers and a stimulated erection sprung free. My hand clasped around his manhood and began stroking it steadily. 

A groan escaped his throat as I tried to make him feel a fraction of what I went through thanks to his teasing mouth and exploring fingers. I ran my tongue across his sculpted abs —something I've wanted to do for a while— before reaching across him to open a drawer on my nightstand. Inside I found the newly purchased box I was searching for and pulled out a foil packet. It's been a while since I needed to use these. 

An unbearable ache pooled at my entrance. "I can't wait, we have to do this now." I looked at the guy below me with amorous eyes. "Are you up for this? Now's your last chance to back out"

"Yes ma'am." He folded his hands behind his head and watched me with the same lascivious expression I imagined I reflected.

I slid the lubricated sheath over him, leaving a bit of room at the tip. Next, I shifted my panties to the side and positioned myself above his rounded crown. After a beat I lowered myself down until his hot length completely invaded my depths. My hands planted themselves on his chest for balance as I took a few deep breaths and tried to adjust to the snug fit. 

I inhaled sharply as I slowly began to move, familiarizing myself with the new entry. After a while his hands held on to my hips, guiding it up and down his shaft as I clenched around him. The deep feeling of being filled over and over again put me in a drunken daze that elevated me as my breast bounced excitedly from the rhythmic movement. 

Echoing sounds of our bodies smacking against each other and ragged breathing filled the empty room as another tremor passed through my transcended body. I limply rested my head at the crook of his neck and wallowed in his intoxicating scent as I continued to twitch from the aftermath of my second undoing.

He flipped us over with a grunt that caused me to shiver and resumed penetrating me relentlessly. The overpowering rush that was starting to dwindle ignited again as I clung to his back, desperately trying to bring our conjoined bodies closer. 

A new release exploded within, causing me to gasp through yet another set of convulsions. He pulled out without warning and the sudden emptiness I felt from his absence surprised me. It seems I'm already growing dependent.

"Turn over" His raspy voice was as breathless as I felt. It sounded more like a command than a request but I was too weak and befuddled to complain. Owen in control has been mind-blowing so far, it's a side I don't get to see all the time. It makes me happy to think that I'm his first and hopeful that we'll be each other's last. 

I rolled unto my stomach and propped up on my knees, balancing on trembling hands. His devious fingers slipped through my wetness again, searching for and locating all the right places to drive me crazy while I fought to stay still. 

Is my body capable of withstanding any more of his titillating advances? Before my brain could start thinking about it, his sizable shaft filled me for the third time, going even deeper than it did before. He rocked slowly at first, teasing and taunting me until I ached for him even though he was already inside.

"Owen, please" My words were muffled by the pillow I sunk my head in. "I need... faster"

He leaned forward and whispered seductively in my ear. "Your wish is my command" 

An invasive hand firmly connected with my butt, stinging and arousing me at the same time. He picked up speed, slamming into me as my walls tightened around him. Rapacious fingers pinched my nipples, sending another jolt of heat straight to my core before his affectionate hands caressed my curves and held me in place at the hips. My unruly hair clung to my shoulders as he kept filling me perpetually. A climatic groan escaped his lips in the shape of my name and we both experienced ecstasy together.

"Wow" He breathed after disposing the used latex and plopping down next to me. I nestled against his shoulder underneath the thin sheets we forgot to remove earlier. My finger lightly tapped his chest where I felt his heart drum rapidly beneath.

"I can't believe I popped your cherry" I mumbled hazily, still climbing down from my high.

He ran a thumb across my kissed swollen lips. "I don't think it works that way"

"And I don't think this was your first time so we're even" I sat up but grabbed the sheet so I remained covered.

He shifted on his elbow and smiled triumphantly. "I told you I was good"

My cheeks flushed. "Not that good."

"Oh really?" His lips twitched, trying to hide his delight. "How many times did I make you beg?"

"Owen!" I shoved him playfully whilst trying to keep the red tint on my cheeks hidden beneath my hair.

"Well? Are you gonna answer?" He rose a brow.

I glared at him. "Madi Fields does not beg. I don't know what you heard"

He laughed and leaned forward so he could brush his lips against mine. A soft, unfamiliar expression crossed his features as he said, "Madi, I hope you never change"

"Even when I'm in denial?" I found myself lost inside the beautiful concoction within his benevolent eyes. I don't like dreaming but I have a feeling rich greens and prominent greys will enter my mind even when I'm asleep now. The scary thing is a part of me likes that ridiculous idea.

He pulled the sheet down so my chest became exposed. "It's best when you're in denial—" He stuck out a tongue, toying with the pointy nubs. His warm mouth lapped at one while a steady hand flicked the other. When my breathing got heavy he pulled back, looking up at me. "Wanna know why?"

"Why?" I grabbed his face in my hands impulsively. A couple months ago my heart felt fine, now it thumps uncontrollably when he's close and skips a beat with each touch.

He flashed a boyish grin that was both charming and seductive. "Because I get to prove you wrong"

His head dipped down again and my eyes closed, basking in our connection.

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A/N: Did Owen 'prove you wrong' or did you know he was er... talented all along? XD