“It’s times like these that I know I must be a monster. Because the thought of other men seeing you like this makes me irrationally angry. I want this view to be only for me,” Roman said, his voice dark.
He stepped closer, and I managed to back away without tripping over his tendrils. I hit the edge of the bed and froze. His hand brushed over the slit at the top of my thigh.
“I want to fucking devour you.”
A whirlwind of thoughts and emotions crashed through me at his words, none of them what they should be. The absence of fear or revulsion was alarming, and the ache in my stomach was even more so. I had no time to process before he struck.
Our bodies collided. My breath hitched as his lips hovered over mine, pausing just a breath away. His pupils dilated; his face contorted with desire.
“Do you want this?”
He was asking, as he always did—offering me the freedom of choice even now. My heart twisted, and I nodded.
“Thank the gods.”
His lips met mine in a fierce clash. I responded with equal fervor, as if his kiss was the air I needed to breathe. His hands found my thighs, lifting me into his arms.
The urge to feel every inch of him overwhelmed me. We were completely entwined, but it wasn’t enough. I leaned into him, savoring the sensation of his chest against mine.
“Estrella,” he groaned.
I greedily recaptured his lips, pressing my tongue against histeeth. The sharp prick of his fangs only heightened my pleasure as our tongues twisted together. My eyes rolled back as his hard length pressed against me, my fingers clawing at the fabric of his shoulders, desperate for it to be gone.
“Fuck,” Roman broke away, much to my protest. “I want to taste you, doll.”
Perhaps later I would be concerned about how willing I was, but in that moment, I didn’t care. I wanted to give him everything I had. My head fell to the side, exposing my decorated neck.
A growl tore from him as he dipped his head. He pressed his lips to the delicate lace covering my neck, and I shuddered.
“Tempting, but not what I meant,” he murmured against my skin.
My confusion must have shown, because he laughed softly and gently lowered me onto the edge of the bed. His hand wrapped around my neck, and the sensation of his fingers below my jaw consumed my every thought. I should have been terrified, but I trusted him implicitly as he guided me back.
“You can stop this at any time, okay?”
My hand brushed against his blade on the nightstand beside us. “Or I could always stab you again to get you to stop.”
He leaned over me, pressing his weight into my throat. “If you do, I’m going to bend you over this bed and fuck the brat out of you, and there’s nothing you or I will be able to do to stop it.”
My eyes widened, and if I wasn’t currently suffocating, I would have gasped—or moaned. I wasn’t sure anymore. He kissed my jaw, slowly easing some of the pressure from my neck and allowing me to gratefully gulp down air. His power spiraled up my thighs, locking them in place as his kisses traveled down.
Realization hit me as his lips reached the split in my dress. “Roman.”
He groaned. “I love the way you say my name.”
I could have stopped him; he said as much, but I kept silent as his thumb moved the fabric aside. My thighs instinctively tried to cover the small scrap of lace that his gaze was fixed on, but his power held them firm.
“I can’t wait to taste you.” A squeak escaped me, the only sound I could make past his grip on my neck and the chokehold he had on my soul.
He moved the fabric aside as easily as he had brushed aside the dress, and his mouth found my center. A moan tore from my chest as intense pleasure surged through me. My body writhed, but his power held me tight.
“You’re so wet for me, doll. Do you like me on my knees for you?” he moaned before plunging his tongue deep, demonstrating the advantage of that extra length.
“God, yes,” I whimpered. He growled, sending vibrations through my center that had my mind spinning.
There was a loud knock on the door, causing my blood to run cold. Suddenly, reality crashed back in, reminding me that we were supposed to be getting ready for a party while I was currently bound to a bed, being feasted upon by a man I wasn’t supposed to have feelings for.
Roman lifted his head and glared at the door. “I’m going to kill him.”
