Page 94 of Dark Romeo

Before I knew what I was doing, I slid one hand firmly across my other breast and pinched down on my sensitive nipples the way his teeth had that night. Pleasure and pain rocketed through me. A louder moan slipped out of me.

“What are you doing?” He sounded like he was choking.

What was I doing? I wasn’t thinking straight. All the blood had rushed out of my brain. My body thrummed with hot desire making me dizzy.

“Remembering what you did to me,” I admitted.

I slipped my hand down my body and into my panties, gasping when I touched my sensitive clit, already slick with wetness.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” His breath became heavy in my ear. “If I were there…”

If he were here…

If we could just have one more night together, one more night without being Roman and Julianna. One more night being anything but a Tyrell and a Capulet.

“If I were there,” he growled, “you wouldn’t need to remember. I’d bury myself so deep inside you, you’d never get me out.”

Too late.

I slid my fingers along my wet aching slit, the pleasure running down my legs making them shake.

He let out a low, pained groan into my ear, the vibration of his voice sending tingles through my body, the same way it had when he’d moaned against my wet folds. All sense of decorum fled from my mind as my body trembled with need.

“Fuck,” he growled in my ear. “You look so beautiful touching yourself.”

The hairs on the back of my neck lifted as his eyes roamed over me from somewhere out there in the dark.

“I wish it were you,” I said before thinking.

“Slip your fingers inside your pretty little pussy for me.”

He had me under a spell. I did what he commanded without protesting. I let out a moan as I clenched around my fingers as I worked them in and out.

He groaned. “How wet are you, little rabbit?”

“So wet.”

“Let me hear it.”

My cheeks burned. But I lowered the phone down to my pussy, letting him hear the wet noises I made as I worked myself with my fingers, getting wetter at the thought of him listening to how turned on he made me just by watching me…

I brought the phone back to my ear in time to catch his growl of approval.

“Good girl. How many fingers are you using?” he asked.

“Two,” I said, my cheeks heating, wondering if he was close enough to notice my cheeks change color.

“Add another. Spread your pussy open. Fuck yourself for me.”

I pushed three fingers in on a loud moan, pretending it was his cock. Pretending it was him pushing me up against his windowsill, taking me hard, spreading me, filling me.

Fuck, I needed him. I needed him more than I needed to breathe right now.

“Oh god, yes,” I breathed, my orgasm cresting.

“Come for me.”

I came hard, gripping the phone with my other hand as I impaled myself on my fingers, a cry tearing from my lungs.

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