Page 25 of Roxanne

“A vampire princess,” Storm adds, and I shoot a glare at him.

“Don’t ditch your escort tonight, please,” Papa sighs heavily, knowing that's exactly what I’ll do if I get the chance. I kiss my father's cheek and drag Daniel away from the house. Once we’re outside, I stop and shove a black fingernail in Storm’s face.

“Stay out of sight. I don’t want to see your annoying face once tonight,” I snap, and Storm keeps that stupid smirk firmly in place.

“You’ll be thinking about me all night, even if you can’t see me, Little Sinner.” Storm leans down, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

I jerk back, and the sound of a slap rings loudly in the air. I slapped Storm. Across the face. And it felt so good.

“Stay away from me,” I hiss, jerking away from him before I do something insane, like punch him.

I’ve been denying myself the desire I feel for him for years. First, because I was scared of what I felt for him, then because he was a possessive jerk who stalked my every move, and then because it was the only thing that made me feel…anything.

“Make the void in my heart go away, Storm. I need you. I always have.” I press a kiss to his lips and sigh. He feels so fucking good. Why did I wait so long to feel them against mine? “Make love to me this time.”

“I don’t make love, Little Sinner. I fuck,” he growls, and I don’t feel disappointed. I thought he might say something like that. “But for you? Every time I fuck you, you’ll know that with all I am, and everything I will ever be, that I love you. I have always loved you, and until I take my last breath, I will keep loving you.”

“Storm,” I gasp, and he steals the sound with his lips against mine. The way he holds me, tight, but careful, settles something restless inside of me. What would I have done if Storm wasn’t here all these years? If he hadn’t let me take my pain out on him, if he hadn’t found me every time I ran?

I knew it wasn’t Eric in that fucking mask… The second I saw Storm’s messy brown hair, I knew it was him. But I pretended…just for a moment. I lied to myself to hide from the truth, but there was never a doubt in my mind that the man eating me out was fucking Storm.

No one has ever made me feel as comfortable, or as confident, as Storm. He’s my rock. My light in the storm. The one that leads me home. He is my home.

His heart is my home. I want to be his home too.

Tears fall from my eyes as I think about the last six years…about every time I told him I hated him. About every stupid kiss I shared with someone else.

“I’m sorry,” I cry, even as I kiss him. “I’m so sorry… I don’t deserve you…” I shake my head, but Storm lifts his hands and cups my cheeks between his palms. The tidal wave of emotions that are threatening to overtake me calm as I stare into Storm's steady brown eyes.

He’s my calm in the storm… I smile at my own thoughts as he wipes away my tears with his thumbs.

“I’m not. Someday, I’ll tell our kids our love story, and I’ll never feel anything but pure fucking happiness. I don’t regret a single second of our story. I’ve loved you through every dark moment, and I’ll be here for all of your joy. When you think you can’t go on, I’ll be here to hold your hand. When you’re scared to fall, I’ll be here to jump with you. When your nightmares are too much to carry, I’ll hold you in my arms. This is our love story, and no one, not even your own demons, can take that from us.” Storm kisses me then, but it feels different this time. Like my heart is breaking open and spilling around us. Like it’s too full to hold all the love he’s giving me. The love I never had to ask for.

The love he freely gave to me over and over again, even when I threw it back in his face.

This kiss is six years of love overpowering us both and dragging us away to sea.

I pull away, gasping for air, feeling feral for him. Needing to feel his skin against mine.

“I need you inside me,” I say, as I rip my clothes off like they’re on fire. Storm watches me, his eyes darkening. He’s moving too slow, so I tear at his shirt. When he doesn’t help me remove it by sitting up, I rip it right down the middle. Storm’s mouth pops open as he looks up at me kneeling over him.

“That might be the sexiest thing you’ve ever done.” He smirks, and I scoff.

“There’s no way that was sexier than your first blowjob.” I shake my head. “Now take your pants off, or I’ll set them on fire for getting between me and your cock,” I growl, and Storm nods.

“Yes ma’am.” He tugs them off his hips, and I pounce. “Jesus, fuck, you’re going to make me blow in three seconds if you don’t slow down.”

“You’re still young, your rebound time is short. You can eat me out till you get it back up,” I say with a grin. I wrap my hand around his shaft and lower my head until I’m sucking him into my mouth. Storm hisses, his hips thrusting up to hit the back of my throat. I pump my hand as I suck quickly. I want to swallow his cum… I want to–

“Come here,” he growls, and before I can even respond, he’s grabbing my hips and readjusting my position until I’m straddling his face. “Fuck, your pussy is dripping for me already. Is it because you love sucking cock, or was it my speech?” He chuckles. I wiggle my ass, before dragging my teeth up his shaft, making him hiss.

“Less talking, more licking,” I demand, and Storm grunts.

“As you wish.” His mouth is on me, licking and sucking…before he thrusts two fingers inside me, quickly adding a third. He teases my clit with gentle strokes, before sucking it hard enough to make me see stars.

I use one hand to hold my body up, and the other drops to his balls. I suck his cock like it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted, and caress him until he grunts, thrusting up into my mouth. He hits the back of my throat and his cock swells, so I keep a steady rhythm, and let him thrust up into me until he’s coming down my throat. I swallow him down, the salty flavor on my tongue like an aphrodisiac.

“Ride my face, Roxy,” Storm says, as I release his softening cock with a pop. I lean up, resting some of my weight on his thighs, as my hips grind against my will. It doesn’t take long for me to come, and when I do, I’m screaming his name.

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