I wanted his erection to slide in and out of me.
As I continued to push against his rigid heat, my excitement built. I could climax through our garments, which had never happened to me. But my desire for Roman knew no limits.
He gripped my face as I whimpered into his mouth.
I massaged his shoulders and neck, mindful of not getting too close to his wounds but desperately wanting to be skin-to-skin with him.
We poured all our needs and all our desire into this kiss. We rejoiced in this connection, this renewed jubilation at finding one another again.
If I didn’t take what was offered now, I didn’t know when we’d have the chance to connect again.
My thrusts became frantic as I pushed against Roman’s bulge.
I continued to moan and whimper against his lips as I rocketed toward release. I hungrily sucked his tongue, digging my fingers into his shoulder.
Roman wrenched his lips from mine and bit the tender skin at the base of my neck.
The intensity of the bite, coupled with the thrusts of our hips crashing together, sent me soaring.
“Oh, God,” I whispered. “Roman. I’m going to come, and you’re not even inside me.”
He let out an exultant laugh. “Come for me, my beautiful flame.”
He brought his fingers to my hips and gripped me tightly as he shoved against me.
My whole body exploded in an orgasm.
“Roman!” I bit the words out through clenched teeth, not wanting to be overheard. “Oh, Roman!”
My body lit up like it was on fire, flames licking my limbs, coursing through my bloodstream.
Roman’s expression was one of triumph as he watched me.
As I came down, I wanted to fall against him, to draw him into the hides covering the floor. But I dared not sully the work of the healer. Roman needed time and care to recover from his injuries.
He urged me off his lap and guided me to lie down as if sensing my thoughts. Then, he settled on his side, facing me. He stroked my hair, smiling all the while.
“You’re so beautiful when you orgasm, Olivia.”
“Thank you. But what about your needs? How can I take care of you, too?” I caressed his stubble-covered jaw.
“Oh, I can think of a few ways to meet my needs. But they all require more time than I believe we have now, so I can wait. It was such a pleasure to watch you surrender.”
“Are you sure?” I dropped my hand to the bulge beneath his leggings and stroked.
Soft scratching sounded on the door flap, followed by a male voice. “Come. It is time for the feast.”
“That answers that,” Roman said, then kissed the tip of my nose.
I sighed and pushed to sit.
Roman did the same, then he placed his palm on my cheek. “Seeing you again, being with you, it’s as if my love for you has only intensified. You are my world, Olivia.”
“Oh, Roman,” I said. “You’ve made me so happy. I feel it, too. It’s as if I’m falling in love with you all over again.”
Light streamed into the teepee as whoever stood outside opened the flap.
A man peered inside. “Come.”
