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“Roman!” she shouts hoarsely, trembling and pulling hard at my hair.
The biting pain sends bolts of arousal down to my aching shaft. I can’t wait any longer.
I gently extract my fingers and climb up her body, pressing lingering kisses and licks to her breasts. I suck both nipples at intervals, grazing my fingers over every part of her body and enjoying her soft moans of pleasure. By the time I reach her lips, she’s a quivering mess, ready to let go for the second time.
I close my lips over hers, taking in her moans and desires as I slowly grind my shaft against her dripping pussy. I savor her lips, letting her take as much as I give, my cock never halting its movements against her flooding sex. When she’s a whimpering mess, I reach down to arrange the tip of my cock against her and slowly sink into her tight channel until I meet resistance. I thrust shallowly, ordering hoarsely, “I need your eyes, baby.”
As soon as she opens her need-filled eyes to meet mine, I lean down to press a kiss to her forehead. “It’s going to hurt a bit,” I say, barely holding on to my need, sweat dotting my temples as I keep up my shorts thrusts right inside her entrance.
“I t-trust you,” she whispers on a sob, her need palpable.
What undoes me is the blatant trust and devotion in her gaze. She is no doubt made for me, irrevocably mine. I’ll fight whatever force says otherwise. I let out a loud groan of satisfaction, slamming my lips against hers just as I thrust deeper until I’m fully seated inside her.
I halt my movements as her fingers dig into my back and she gasps at the new sensation. Allowing her to get used to the ache, I release her lips to look into her eyes. My heart breaks at the sheen of tears in them. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, gritting back against the need to move my cock.
She’s so tight that it’s overwhelming, filling me with the need to combust, but the need to ease her pain is paramount.
“It’s alright. I don’t feel any pain,” she reassures me bravely.
My heart clenches with tenderness as I take in her slowly relaxing features. “Liar,” I whisper, then I grind my cock inside her.
She gasps softly, desire sparking in those soft brown eyes. I reach back to tug on her hands, intertwine our fingers, and spread them above our heads as I slowly move inside her. Her eyes widen with every stroke, growing darker with need as her gasps turn into loud whimpers.
“Oh,” she moans as I thrust even deeper, hitting a sensitive bundle of nerves.
Her throaty moans spur me on until I’m driving inside her, stroking deep in the same spot, over and over. An overwhelming ache builds up from the base of my spine, growing hotter and sharper with every thrust. Her sex tightens harder on my shaft in response, pushing me into a frenzy. My strokes turn deeper and faster, and the need to orgasm rides me hard until I’m filled with it. Her moans grow louder, climbing the walls, and she thrashes around, her hands gripping mine tight.
“Argh!” she screams as she goes over the edge, her tight sheath clenching me hard.
“Fuck!” I grunt aloud, jerking and thrusting as I orgasm, coming deep inside her.
I release her hands, pulling her trembling body into my arms as I shift sideways to the bed. “You’re mine,” I whisper softly before taking her lips in a sweet kiss.
Chapter Five
Bella
The first thing that comes to my mind as I slowly awake is the languid feeling in my bones. The next is the feel of the soft bedding beneath me.
Memories of last night wash over me, and I don’t know whether to laugh in happiness or scream into the pillow in embarrassment. I can’t believe I was so bold as to give myself to Roman.
But then again, I couldn’t help myself. The attraction between us is so intense that I find him irresistible. It’s like a strong tether that will always pull us together no matter how far apart we are.
I remember his words to me right before I fell asleep, and my heart swells with an unnamed emotion.You’re mine.
I slowly blink my eyes open, and take in the sight of Roman, sitting a few feet away from the huge bed. My heart races in my chest at the sight of him. He’s sitting sideways, shirtless, a paintbrush in hand and his head bent over an easel. He looks even more handsome in the early morning with his hair disheveled and his perfectly chiseled features as he concentrates on whatever he’s painting.
He turns his head to look at me and our gazes clash. “Oh, good morning, baby,” he says in a velvety tone that sends shivers up my spine.
I can’t stop the blush that heats up my cheeks as his gray eyes bring back more memories. “Good morning,” I reply, clearing my throat.
“Don’t move. Stay,” he commands softly as I start to rise onto my elbows. “Have you been awake long?” he asks, his gaze sweeping across my face as I return to my position and he shifts back to the easel.
“Not really,” I reply. Then I wedge my hands behind my head, using my elbow as an anchor as I gaze at him curiously. “I didn’t know you paint.”
“Yes. I’ve always enjoyed painting. Could’ve made a living out of it if I wanted to, but I prefer dealing,” he answers as he glances up at me for another look.
“Really?” I say, wanting to know more. “I can’t wait to see what you’re painting.”
