Page 78 of Ruthless Reign

LIZA

There are no words to describe how it feels to have Roman inside me, holding me close, making me feel safe, cherished, and desired. Yes, there’s pain, but it comes intertwined with pleasure.

However I imagined sex would be like for the first time, this experience surpassed all my expectations. And that’s because of one reason: Roman.

I can’t get enough of him—the smell of his skin, the feel of his lips, the way he holds me with both command and reverence. I love how he grasps my hips as if his life depends on it, the ferocity of his groans in my ear, and how his thrusts become unsteady and urgent when my muscles clench possessively around him.

I’m perched on the edge of a bathroom sink, the cold marble pressing against my backside, but somehow, it still feels perfect.

“I am going to make you come for me,” he declares between slow, drugging, kisses. His fingers strum gently over my clit.

“I don’t know if I can.”

“You can, and you will.”

He fucks into my steadily as my fingers tighten around his neck, my toes curling with every thrust.

“Open up,” he commands. “You’re going to get my fingers nice and wet.”

Two of his inked fingers slide into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around them, enjoying the way Roman’s amber brown eyes turn as dark as night.

“Perfect,” he praises, lowering his soaked digits onto my overly sensitive clit. Instead of running them in neat little circles, like earlier, he pinches the nub. It’s not a hard pinch, but sensation blasts through my body at the first touch.

“Oh my… Roman,” I choke out.

“Roman or God.” He smiles devilishly. “I answer to both.”

If any of my brain cells still functioned, I might roll my eyes at his oversized ego. But as it is, I'm barely able to string a sentence together.

Whimpering against his mouth is all I can do. I grip him tightly as my body convulses. Everything around me vanishes, leaving only the raw hunger. I explore his mouth with my tongue, tightening my legs around his waist, as a groan rumbles from his chest.

His fingers dance over my clit, moving in time with his cock slamming into me, and just like that, the pressure builds in my core. I know I can’t hold back even if I wanted to.

I squeeze my eyes shut, needing to get lost in the moment. “Roman, I’m going to?—”

Just as my pussy clenches hard around him, he moves his hand from my clit and wraps it around my throat. His grip is light—he doesn’t squeeze or cut off my airway—but his hold is so dominant and demanding that my body has a super-sized response.

I unravel, an orgasm ripping through me, as he delivers a final deep, bruising thrust. His cock pulses and heat fills me as he lowers his mouth against mine—not kissing, just breathing in the same air.

“Holy fuck, Liza.” Roman’s voice is thick as he touches his forehead to mine. “That was fucking unreal.”

He gives a final few pumps before he slowly pulls out of me. Wetness coats my thighs—proof of our shared pleasure.

“You must be sore.” He doesn’t wait for my answer; he wraps me in his arms and carries me into the bedroom. After laying me down on his bed, he kisses my forehead and returns back to the bathroom.

I hear water running. I'm not sure what he's up to until he's back, easing my legs open to press something warm and soothing against my core.

“Is this okay?” he asks, concern lining his features when I sharply inhale.

It takes me a minute to realize he’s using a warm washcloth to soothe me.

“It stings a little, but it was worth it.” I flash him a smile.

Every muscle in my body throbs, but I’ve never felt so amazing. Like I’m still high off his touch.

He leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead. “I'm relieved to hear you say that.”

Roman makes sure I'm tucked in under the covers, then joins me in bed, pulling me close, his solid weight warm and comforting at my back.

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