She gripped my finger like a vise.Holy fuck, I wanted to be inside her, but patience is a virtue, and I would exercise it. I rocked my finger back and forth slowly, giving her time to adjust, while sliding my other hand over her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
I trailed my tongue up her chest to her neck, torturing myself with her heartbeat and the taste of her.
“Roman.”
That sweet voice would be my undoing. We moaned together, and my lips crashed into hers, inhaling her soft whimpers like they were my air.
I broke away for a second, panting. “You like that, babydoll?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to add another?”
It was better this way, breaking her cherry with my fingers ratherthan later. She squirmed against me, grinding into my palm. I groaned at the friction. “Will that hurt?”
“It might for a bit,” I admitted, “but it’ll feel good after a while.”
I nipped her earlobe, loving how she moaned at the touch. “I trust you—do it.”
“Good girl,” I purred.
She squirmed and moaned softly. She liked praise.Fuck, it was like she was made for me—even if she never saw it that way. I used my knee to push her leg aside, granting me full access. Then I slid in my middle finger.
Her nails dug in hard enough to draw blood, but I loved the pain. I pumped my fingers in slow and steady, building her up until it happened. I pulled back as blood coated my fingers. Her eyes widened at the sight. “I’m bleeding on you; I’m sorry.”
I huffed a nervous laugh. I was worried she might spiral into those horrors in her mind, but of course, she was worried about gettingmebloody. “Doll, I’m a vampire. Blood doesn’t bother me.”
To prove my point, I sucked my bloodied fingers, letting my eyes roll back at that sweet taste. I shouldn’t have, but damn, she tasted amazing. I worked my way down her front until I reached what I wanted, sliding my tongue up her pussy. Good Gods, the absolute sin of her pleasure mixed with her blood would bring me to my knees. So sweet and perfect. I could live on it. My body throbbed with energy, urging me to give in to my inner demons, but I fought it, losing myself in her sweetness instead.
Her fingers twisted into my hair. “I’ve been thinking about this since last time,” she whimpered.
Fuck, so had I. It was like the taste of her had been scorched on my tongue, leaving me addicted and begging for more. I hummed in agreement and flicked the tip of my tongue across her clit, in awe ofhow her body twitched with each touch. She was enjoying it now, so I slid two fingers back in, not relenting the torment with my tongue.
“Oh my god, Roman.”
“That’s it, pray to me, babydoll,” I purred.
I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh and thumbed her clit, loving how she screamed in pleasure. “Roman,” she moaned, “I’m ready.”
Chapter 26
ROMAN
Iremained silent as I sat up, leaning against the headboard to allow her to straddle me. I licked my lips and pressed them to hers, as if that kiss could bind us together forever, even though she wasn’t mine to keep.
You lead the way, babydoll. You’re in charge.I said the words as lovingly as I could, hoping she understood.
She didn’t say anything, but her eyes spoke volumes of wonder at her newfound power between us. Little did she know she had always possessed it. Her hands found mine and tugged them toward her breasts. I growled appreciatively, giving a soft squeeze, hoping she understood that I’d be grateful for any piece of her she’d give me.
With newfound confidence, a smile spread across her face. She released my hands, twisting her fingers back into my hair. I let my head fall back at her tugs before our lips met again.
Now, she was more demanding, rocking against me in a way that had us grinding together. Her soft moans against my lips were music to my ears. Experimentally, I pinched one of her nipples, grinning at the heated whimper of excitement that escaped her.
Her hands found the edge of my trousers. Time seemed to stop as I turned statuesque, waiting to see what she would do. This was athreshold and crossing it would send us tumbling into the unknown. It had to be her choice whether we took that step.
Fingers fumbling, she managed to unbutton the top. Then, the only sounds in the room were our ragged breaths and the soft hiss of the zipper.
My cock sprang free, and she gasped. I didn’t even look down as I shifted out of my pants; my gaze was locked on her face, measuring every flicker of emotion. Her louder thoughts crashed into me like waves—mostly nervous excitement, desire, and certainty.
