Page 63 of Tainted Ties

I brought my hand to my neck, where I traced my fingers featherlight along my collarbone, down to the dip of my breasts before pinching and tugging a nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

A whimper escaped me, wishing it was his hand instead.

Moving further down my body, I cupped myself, grinding against the heel of my palm. “Is this what you want,anima mia?”

His eyes darkened further from the use of his nickname for me. I never understood why he called me that when we were constantly at each other’s throats.

He crawled up the bed like a predator eyeing their prey, eating up the space between us.

Before reaching me, I stopped him with my foot against his chest, taunting him with words he’d said to me before. “You want it? Youbegfor it. Care todemonstrate?”

Roman gave me one of his earth-shattering smirks as he grabbed me by the ankle and yanked me down until I lay flat on the bed.

“Begging is for those who don’t have. Butyou’re mine, baby,” he said roughly. “I have you right where I want you.”

My heart thumped against my chest wildly, wanting him so badly I couldn’t stand it.

He leaned down, peppering kisses along my inner thigh, never breaking eye contact.

I panted when he reached the crease of my thigh, blowing against my pulsing core.

His tongue glided against my slit, electric waves reverberating through my veins.

“I’m going to make you feel good, baby, and you’ll take everything I give you, won’t you? My fingers, my tongue, and my cock.”

I clenched at his words, the rise and fall of my chest erratic. I felt like I was floating—and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

Roman placed a single kiss at my core before bringing his tongue up and around my swollen clit, sucking it into his mouth, long and hard.

I arched off the bed, willing him to give me more. Anything.Everything.

His hand reached up and cupped my breast, squeezing and kneading my nipple.

When his tongue entered me, I couldn’t contain the sounds that slipped out of my mouth.

I grasped his black hair with my hands as he took his time, swirling and gliding his tongue over my pussy like a starved man.

“I missed the taste of you.Neverdeprive me of this,” he ordered, giving my clit a rough lick before grazing it with his teeth.

Staccato moans slipped free from my lips when he increased his pace and applied more pressure on the bundle of nerves.

Spots formed in my vision from how close I was to coming as he teased me to oblivion.

I unashamedly spread my legs wider, tugging his hair harder against me, causing Roman to hiss in response.

“Have you already forgotten my command? You’re not coming until my cock fills and stretches your sweet cunt. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

The pulse between my legs increased in response to his words, wanting him to dull the ache.

He kissed my hipbone, and up my abdomen, each one wet with my arousal.

“Roman,”I pleaded. He was taking his time worshiping my body, leaving me lightheaded and feverish.

When his lips closed around my nipple and took the sensitive peak between his teeth, I yelped at the sharp pleasure before he soothed it with his tongue.

More kisses on my collarbone and throat before his face was above mine.

Something passed across his features, so tender and intimate, I closed my eyes from the force of his sentiment.

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