Page 101 of Sinful Promises

We stepped together, our lips met, and our hands were all over each other, eager to explore. His palms were warm and wonderful on my back. The bulge in his pants nudged my belly and when I moved my hand over the zipper of his jeans, Roman’s breath hitched.

He stepped away, his chest rising and falling. Clasping his hand in mine, he guided me to the bed, and when I sat, he fell between my knees. “Daisy. I want this moment to be perfect.”

I clutched his cheeks. “This is, Roman. It’s a dream come true.”

“Are you sure?”

Tears prickled my eyes as I cupped his face in my hands. “I have never been so sure of anything in my life.”

Roman turned his attention to my boots, and as he glided the zipper down, his gaze flitting from what he was doing to my sexy lingerie to my lips and back again, my pulsing insides hit inferno mode.

He tugged off one boot and when he did the next, I pulled him forward, turning my attention to his jeans. I too was under a magical spell, hardly able to believe this was happening, but it was real. So real I was set to burst.

In a matter of seconds, Roman was naked.

My Italian god, who was perfect in absolutely every way was beyond imagination. Rippling abs, olive skin, and his erection . . . Oh my lord. My first sighting of Roman’s cock confirmed it was the most glorious thing I’d ever seen in my whole life.

“You make me so hard.” He spoke in a forced whisper.

Curling my fingers around his neck, I planted my lips on his. Our tongues dueled. Our hands groped. Everything about this moment was out of this world.

“God, I love you.” His voice was barely a whisper and yet I heard every word like he’d shouted it from the rooftops.

“I love you too.” My reply was as priceless as my freedom.

I wrapped my hand around his rod. Beneath his silky skin was rock-hard manhood. His crown was pink and utterly breathtaking.

Roman sucked air in through his teeth and his hand glided around the back of my neck, sending shivers up my scalp. But I wanted those hands on me. In me.

I unclipped my bra. My boobs flopped to my torso and Roman didn’t miss a beat. He fell to his knees again, leaned forward, and with his hands holding up my mounds, he sucked my nipple into his mouth. My body was alive, sizzling with lust and abundant energy. My greedy pussy begged for attention too, driving delicious pulses through me.

Roman moved from my left breast to my right, using his tongue and lips to bring out my arousal and making my nipples peak so hard they ached. Desperate to have him inside me, I collapsed onto the bed and tried to pull down my underpants.

His hands found mine and I let him take over. Inch by inch, he tugged on my lacy knickers, drawing them lower with such excruciating slowness I wanted to scream. But when I saw the intensity in his eyes, devouring me, it made the slow reveal oh so worth it.

With my panties gone, I was naked.

We both were.

My breath caught at the enormity of us being together.

I was about to make love to the man I loved with all my heart.

After crawling backward on the bed, I rolled to my side and Roman eased in next to me. The warmth of his body was heavenly. He cupped my cheek, and I closed my eyes. Within a heartbeat we were kissing. As our tongues explored, eager to taste, eager to please, I curled my leg over his hip, capturing him.

His hand glided from my cheek, along my neck to my breast. He trailed his finger around my nipple, trailing goosebumps behind his touch. My nipples grew even harder, almost bursting with want.

Continuing his exploration, his fingers studied my torso, twirling around my navel—torturing and teasing.

I can be a tease too.

I curled my hand along his shaft, admiring his glorious erection.

“Oh, Daisy.” His gravelly voice was sexy as hell. His eyes were closed. His mouth ajar.

Feeling how hard he was made the delicious tremors vibrating through me even more wild. My impatient pussy demanded attention and I rolled my hips toward him, letting him know I was ready. Answering my prayers, his hand slipped between my legs and his finger probed my clit. His very first touch had a gasp leaving my throat and firecrackers shooting through me.

Our kiss intensified—our hand movements did too. While I explored his glorious cock, moving my hand up and down, his fingers slipped inside me. Desperate for him to go deeper, I fell back onto the covers, placed my feet on the bed, raised my hips and opened my knees. Roman was a miracle worker, driving his finger into my depths over and over and sucking my nipple so hard it snapped from his lips.

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