"You've found the right man, Miya," Isabella said with a warm smile, her eyes reflecting genuine happiness. "I can't express how delighted I am for you. Being with Rowan has been the most fulfilling experience of my life, and I know your sister Lyra feels the same. He's not just any man; he's thoughtful, kind, and incredibly supportive. I truly believe any woman would be lucky to have his attention, just as I have been. So, Miya, if you decide to be with him, know that you'll be cherished and loved beyond measure."
"And how exactly should I do that, mother? I have no experience with the opposite sex at all." Miya's frustration bubbled up, her lack of romantic experience suddenly feeling like a glaring inadequacy. She had always admired Rowan's easy acceptance of her mother, regardless of her past, but now she felt uncertain about her own ability to navigate such feelings.
"Well, that's easy enough," Isabella replied with a mischievous glint in her eye. She leaned in closer to Miya, as if sharing a well-kept secret.
***
Rowan busied himself with the tasks of his farm, the morning sun casting long shadows across the fields. Amidst the chores, he felt a peculiar sensation—a tingling awareness of two distinct spiritual presences. One was unmistakably Isabella's; her protective aura enveloped him with an unwavering determination born of genuine concern. She harbored fears that Magnus, ever unpredictable, might launch a sudden, devastating attack, leaving her vigilant and sleepless. Despite Rowan's own considerable strength, he appreciated Isabella's steadfast guardianship, knowing she was prepared for any threat, real or perceived.
Not that she needed to with how strong Rowan really was but this was a surprise Rowan would dare not spoil it for Isabella.
Rowan returned to find Miya standing there in a fairy dress that left little to the imagination. The garment was so revealing that her ample cleavage threatened to spill out at any moment, and a slight movement could easily expose her delicate underwear. Despite her efforts to maintain modesty, her long, slender legs and perfectly curved rear offered an irresistible allure.
Rowan couldn't help but gulp audibly as he took in the unexpected sight before him. Miya, oblivious to his presence, seemed lost in adjusting the delicate designs attached to her dress, adding to the enchanting and somewhat provocative scene. The soft glow of the exquisite necklace around her neck enhanced the ethereal quality of her appearance, making it seem as if she had stepped out of a fantasy realm.
As he stood there, captivated yet uncertain of how to react, Rowan felt a mixture of awe and embarrassment. He admired Miya's beauty, yet he also felt a twinge of guilt for intruding on what seemed like a private moment.
But this thought vanished the moment Miya looked up and flashed a big smile at him.
"Rowan! You're finally here. Come inside. I've cooked something for you." Miya blushed, and there was something different about her today. Her appearance was an open invitation, a blatant come-on that couldn't be ignored.
Rowan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "I didn't know you knew how to cook, Miya. Where's Isabella?" he asked, following her into his house. His eyes were glued to her swaying hips, each exaggerated motion making it impossible for him to look away. Miya's deliberate movements had his blood pumping; he had always been drawn to women who seemed to be practically begging for it.
"She's in the city. She said she has something important to do and will probably be back in a day or two," Miya replied, turning around to face him. She bit her lip, a shy but deliberate gesture aimed at enticing him. Rowan almost laughed at the awkwardness of her beginner's attempt at seduction, but he appreciated her innocence and the effort she was putting into it. He knew he'd be teaching her a lot of new things from tonight onward.
Miya led Rowan into the dining room, where a modest but appealing meal was set up. The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air. She had clearly gone to great lengths to prepare this dinner. Rowan took a seat, his eyes never leaving her as she moved around the table, setting the final touches. The candlelight flickered, casting a warm glow over the room and adding to the intimate atmosphere.
"You've really outdone yourself, Miya," Rowan said, his voice low and appreciative. He could see her blush deepen, a sign of her nervous excitement. She sat down opposite him, her eyes darting to his and then away, unsure and yet eager.
"I wanted to do something special for you," Miya said softly, her voice trembling slightly. "It's my way of saying thank you for everything you've done for me since I've returned."
Rowan reached across the table, taking her hand in his. "You didn't have to do all this, but I'm glad you did. The food tastes amazing."
"Thank you!"
They ate in comfortable silence for a while, the initial tension easing as they shared the meal. Rowan complimented her cooking more, each praise making Miya's eyes light up with joy. She was a quick learner, eager to please and full of potential. As the meal came to an end, Rowan leaned back in his chair, watching her with a mixture of desire and amusement.
Miya stood up to clear the dishes, but Rowan stopped her, his hand gently grasping her wrist. "Leave it for now," he said, his voice husky. "There's something else I'd rather do."
Miya's breath hitched, her eyes widening as she looked at him. Rowan stood, pulling her close. He could feel her heart racing, the anticipation building between them. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss, feeling her melt against him. The night was young, and there was so much he wanted to show her. This was just the beginning.
"Wow. I never thought a mere kiss could make me feel like that," Miya commented, wide-eyed, after the kiss finally ended. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was still uneven, the intensity of the moment lingering between them.
Rowan smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes. "There's more where that came from. Do you really want to do this? You should know that if you're going to be my woman, you'll also be my slut. I'll fuck you over and over again, no matter the time or place," he said plainly, his voice steady and filled with a promise of what was to come.
Miya's heart raced as she processed his words. She looked into Rowan's eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation but found only unwavering confidence and desire. This was a turning point, and she knew it. She needed to be certain of her choice.
Taking a deep breath, Miya allowed herself a moment to reflect. The past few months had been a whirlwind of emotions and experiences, each moment with Rowan drawing her deeper into a world she had never imagined. The thought of being his, of surrendering completely to his desires, both thrilled and terrified her. But beneath the fear was an undeniable longing, a craving for the connection and intensity that only he could provide.
"Yes," she said finally, her voice steady despite the rapid beating of her heart. "Please make me yours, Rowan."
Rowan's eyes darkened with satisfaction, his grip on her tightening slightly. "Good," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her again, this time with more urgency. Miya responded eagerly, her body pressing against his as she surrendered to the sensation.
He broke the kiss, his breath hot against her ear. "I'm going to show you exactly what it means to be mine," he whispered, his hands sliding down her back, pulling her closer. The anticipation was electric, the air between them charged with unspoken promises.
Rowan led Miya to the bedroom, his movements deliberate and confident. He turned to face her, his gaze intense. "Undress," he commanded softly, stepping back to watch. Miya hesitated for a fraction of a second before complying, her fingers trembling slightly as she removed her clothes. She stood before him, vulnerable and exposed, yet more determined than ever.
Rowan's eyes roamed over her body, his expression one of approval and hunger. "You're beautiful," he said, stepping forward to run his hands over her skin. Miya shivered at his touch, her senses heightened by the intimacy of the moment.
He guided her to the bed, laying her down gently before positioning himself above her. "Remember, you're mine now," he said, his voice a low growl. "And I take care of what's mine." With that, he began to explore her body with a combination of tenderness and possessiveness, each touch igniting a fire within her.
Miya lost herself in the sensations, her mind and body fully attuned to Rowan's every move. The night stretched on, filled with passion and discovery, each moment deepening the bond between them. By the time the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, Miya knew without a doubt that she had made the right choice. She was his, completely and irrevocably, and she wouldn't have it any other way.