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He timed it perfectly and I gasped as an orgasm blazed through me. It came out of nowhere and I clawed at the sheets as my body shuddered an exquisite release that’d been months in the making. Years even.

It was heaven and earth.

It was the stars and the moon.

It was absolutely everything.

While I rode out the glorious sensations shimmering through me, Roman fetched a condom. With his rock-hard cock extending toward me like a bollard, he rolled the condom into position with trembling fingers. His steely gaze confirmed he was so ready for me.

Wanting to give him the same pleasure, I made him lie down. I climbed on top of him and placed my hands on his pecs. I’d never had sex like this before, with me on top, and it meant everything to me to make this position with Roman a smoking-hot first for my list.

He reached for my breasts and squeezed. His eyes drilled into me, looking right into my soul.

Resisting the urge to drive his erection right up inside me, I savored the moment by moving my hips and sliding my throbbing folds along the length of his rock-hard cock. I leaned forward, changing the angle so each time I eased back, his shaft applied pressure to my clit. Rolling my hips forward, I closed my eyes and did it again, gliding my pussy along his manhood. He was my very own pleasure toy.

When I repeated the move, Roman hitched a breath. He was close, oh so close.

Reaching out, I wrapped my hand around his cock and placed the head of his crown at my opening. I paused there, watching his expression. His parted lips. His tongue flicked out, leaving moisture in its wake. His eyes . . . those glorious honey eyes, looking at me. Right into me. This moment was absolutely perfect.

I wanted his beast inside me. Right now. But I wanted to savor every inch of him entering me even more. My pussy pulsed. It was time. Ever so slowly, I lowered my hips, impaling myself with his erection. I closed my eyes, memorizing everything.

The sounds of his breath.

The thump of my heart.

The thickness of his penis filling me so completely.

His cock touched something so, so deep that my insides were singing. Roman squeezed my breast. He too was feeling this. Using my hands on his pecs to steady myself, I rose higher, drawing upward to his crown. And just before he popped out—I lowered a little quicker.

I did it again, all the way to the top. But I lowered a bit faster.

My impatient body increased my rhythm, no longer pausing at the top.

My nails dug into his chest. His eyes flashed open, then closed.

My clit pulsed, hot and heady, devouring every inch of him.

Roman moved his hips. I moved mine. Roman clutched my sides and sucked the air through his teeth. He was at that glorious point of no return.

With his fingers burrowing into my flesh, guiding my movements, wild, unrestrained lust took charge. I rode him like there was no tomorrow, ramming him deep inside me, over and over and over.

I cried out as an orgasm of mammoth proportions shuddered through me.

Roman’s fingers strangled my hips; his handsome face distorted in ecstasy. His eyes shot open, and a cry burst from his lips as I continued to ride him.

Gasping, I fell forward, and he wrapped his arms around me.

Our ragged breathing filled the silence as I melted onto his chest. His thumping heart made me delirious with happiness. I’d found my home. My holy grail. My one and only.

I, Daisy Chayne, had found love.

It was an eternity before I slipped off him and nestled into his side. We slotted together beautifully, and I swelled up with so much love I could have burst.

Roman slid one of my curls behind my ear and my heart wept at how sweet and tender it was. “I love you, Daisy Chayne.”

It no longer mattered that he said my surname. His words were absolutely perfect, and I uttered a reply that I never thought I’d be able to say to him. “I love you too, Roman.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

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