I move my right hand from her waist and cup the back of her head. I weave my fingers into her soft locks and pull her into me.
Then I capture her lips.
The moan she lets out reverberates through my mouth.
I seek entrance with my tongue by licking the seam of her lips and, like the good girl she is, she parts them for me. I explore the inside of her mouth and battle with her tongue.
Only when she pulls back for air do we separate. Or at least she leans back. I keep her close, not giving her an inch of space. Instead, I bend lower, trailing my mouth down her neck, licking, biting, and sucking. I know I’m marring her tan skin. And it only fuels me. She’ll be wearing my mark. The world will know she’s taken.
I look up and lock eyes with Leo. He’s gripping his glass, glaring at us. Good, let him see who she wants. I shift us just enough to where only her back is facing him. He doesn’t get to see any of her pleasure.
She’s panting, and one hand travels to my hair. She’s holding me close while also raking her nails through the cropped tendrils. It’s euphoric.
“Roman,” she moans.
And I break.
Chapter 18
Cecilia
The growl he lets out at hearing his name sends a shockwave down my spine, joining the butterflies in my belly and the tingling in my core.
He pushes a leg between mine where my skirt opens and pulls my left leg from the ground and over his. This position leaves my weight on his thigh right at my center.
The contact makes me moan again.
“Héroe, I… I feel…” I can’t finish the sentence, not able to push the words out. Too flustered, too new to the sensation.
“I know, sunshine. Rub yourself on me. Chase that pleasure.” It’s a command. A demand. One I’m unable to stop myself from following.
I rock myself against him in rhythm with the music. Each brush against my clit has me panting.
“Roman, I’m close,” I moan in his ear.
“Fuck, Celia. Keep going,” he groans, but I can’t. It’s too much.
“Don’t you dare stop,” he grits out, sounding on the verge of exploding.
But I can’t move. Can’t breathe.
His left hand grips my waist, and his right hand grips my thigh thrown over his leg. Then he starts lifting me, sliding me on him.
His hardness digs into my stomach, grinding into me.
“Rome… I’m close… Please, héroe,” I beg. He can’t stop now. I’ll never recover.
“Are you going to come for me?” he asks in a dark, low voice.
“Yes,” I whimper through heavy pants.
And he growls. It’s so animalistic, so barbaric, so sexy.
I feel myself flood. My panties were already soaked, but now, now they’re drenched.
“Fuck, sunshine. I can feel your arousal through your panties. Through my pants. On my thigh. You’ve soaked through both layers and are now soaking me.”
I whine and close my eyes in embarrassment. I tuck my head and let my hair fall over my face as a curtain. I can feel my cheeks, already flushed from arousal, now burning with mortification.
