Page 22 of Dark Romeo

Her eyes flickered open and she blinked a few times before she glanced around. “Damn, this is a nice hotel suite.”

“Funny enough, it’s the same suite as last night,” I teased.

She rolled her eyes. “I was too busy last night to notice it.”

Damn straight. “You did seem very distracted.”

“Whose fault was that?” She rubbed her eyes and pushed the hair from her cheeks. She stretched out her legs, the soft skin of her toned thighs brushing along my side, stirring the need for her again. “What time is it?”

I stiffened and my fingers gripped onto her involuntarily. “You have somewhere to be?”

She glanced over to me. “No…but it’s not very productive laying around in bed all day.”

“I can think of a few productive things to do to you in bed today.”

“Roman—”

I shut her up with a deep kiss. I’d fuck her until she forgot that she needed to be anywhere but right here with me. Over me. Under me. All around me. It took a second before she melted against me. Her submission sent a surge of blood to my lower half. She was mine.

Not for long, an annoying voice inside me said. You’re leaving tonight.

Fuck tonight. There was only now.

I rolled over her, my erection against her soft folds, my chest pressing against her breasts. I latched my mouth onto hers like she was my only source of oxygen. When her soft tongue rubbed against mine, it sent my head spinning. I rubbed my aching cock against her growing wetness, her little moans urging me on. I could feel the animal inside me breaking loose. I was going to lose my fucking mind.

Everything about her, the way my fingers sank into her soft skin, the shape of her as she fit against me, the taste of her come still on my tongue, all conspired to drive me crazy. I wanted to fuck every single one of her holes until she was hoarse from screaming. I wanted to bury myself so deep inside her that the stains would never wash off. I wanted to tear her beautiful body apart.

Slow down, you selfish fucker.

I tore my mouth off her, sucking in air, trying to take hold of my senses. I didn’t want to scare her. I don’t know why I cared so much but I did. I needed a new plan. A new position. Before I totally lost my shit and ripped her apart.

“Roman?” I could hear the question in her voice. Why did I stop?

If you only knew what you were doing to me.

I rolled us over, crushing her to me with my arm until I was on my back and she was straddled over me. She pushed herself up so she could look at me, her eyes on me, waiting, like such a good girl, for my next instructions. She had fought me last night when I had pushed against her boundaries. This morning, she was as open and curious as a newborn doe. Last night I had given her body what it needed and more. Now she trusted me with it completely. She’d let me do anything to her now.

I reached up to cup her breast, rolling a thumb over her nipple, making it pebble. She let out a moan. “I want to watch you fuck me,” I said.

A look of happiness stole across her face in the form of a shy smile. My heart gave out a little kick. She reached between us and wrapped her soft hand around my erection. I was already wet from the juices soaking out of her. She used her fist to spread it all along my length. I grinned to myself. There was a dirty girl inside of her. She just needed me to coax it out.

She positioned herself over me and slid herself down. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. Sweet mother of mercy, she was so damn tight and warm, the only piece of sweet heaven reserved for a devil like me.

She settled her hips down to the hilt and gasped. “I don’t know whether I’ll ever get used to the size of you.”

I fucking hoped not.

She moved slowly at first, her hips lifting and rolling down onto me, her tiny soft hands running over my chest and abs as if she didn’t know which part of me to hold on to. I loved the way she bit her lip as she tried to hold in her groans, the way her perfect round breasts bounced, her lickable nipples peeking through her hair.

She began to speed up, causing the pressure in my body to build. I kneaded her ass and ground my hips up to meet hers. Fuck, I had to stop touching her before I lost control. Usually, I’d be grabbing her hips and slamming her down onto me faster. I didn’t. I reached up, grabbed the headboard and held on, my knuckles going white.

She slammed down onto me harder and faster until her breaths were my name coming out in curses, over and over.

I was so damn close I was seeing stars behind my eyelids. “Fuck yes marry me,” I muttered, my growling becoming incoherent, my brain completely shorting out. I wasn’t sure what I was saying to her, I just knew I didn’t want her to stop. Ever.

Her pussy clenched. I felt her orgasm rumbling all around me. I couldn’t fucking take it anymore. I grabbed her thighs and spurred her on as she rode us both over the edge. An orgasm tore through me like an earthquake, my vision turning into a sea of white.

Her scream faded and she collapsed on my chest, her sweat mixing with mine. I crushed her into me like I could pull her into my body. Like I could keep her. Her perfume of pears and musk, mixed with the musk of sex, filled my nose. She was intoxicating, every part of her. Every time I sank into her warm, soft folds I went in a little deeper, I lost myself a little further. For the first time in my life I wondered, would I ever get enough?

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