Page 14 of Romeo

“So. Fucking. Wet.” He makes it a point to pronounce every word. When he pulls the finger back out, he stares at the glistening digit in awe. Admiration. But shoves it in his mouth to get another taste.

As if it was some kind of miracle drug that held Romeo’s power, a thunderous war cry barrels out of him.

There’s something so fucking hot about this. How he looks at me like I’m the only girl in the world or can’t shake the look on his face that this is actually happening. That I want him the way he wants me.

And I do. I need this. Him. So badly. Every second he takes to make another move is an eternity of torture. But I won’t rush my beast. He’s savoring this experience. I’d be cruel to take it away from him.

Romeo grabs me by the hips and pulls my lower half into his. His erection meets my damp skin, forcing his grip to tighten and his body to buckle. Somehow, he manages to stay upright, allowing his eyes to wander the peaks and valleys of my body. They drink in every facet, every minute detail, as if studying my shape for the best approach in our carnal pursuit.

Regaining some semblance of composure, he lowers himself on top of me. His eager mouth meets mine with a gentle touch. And as if that was his starting gun, Romeo lets the wildfire of passion engulf him.

His tongue smashes through my lips in a desperate search for mine. I give it to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and squeezing my body against his. God, this is what it must feel like to hug a wall.

Romeo adjusts his hips while we kiss, and his hands explore my body with the same ticklish touch as before. They’re rough against my skin, but he’s gentle. Delicate. Letting them wander up my sides, over my chest, and nestling on my breasts.

As if pulled closer by some magnetic force, I feel his tip find my hole. His hands are busy, and so are mine, clutching handfuls of his hair to make sure he can’t escape this kiss. So maybe it’s a sign that our bodies are meant for each other. That we were always supposed to end up here together, and this is just Destiny collecting another tick on her checklist.

Warmth floods my cheeks, and my entire body jolts up as Romeo bucks his hips and the head of his dick penetrates. I cry out, and he receives my pleasure in his mouth and continues with every inch he buries inside me.

His lower half shakes as he moves his hips back. The spasms make his cock twitch against my walls in a new, involuntary delight.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls. The first sign of Romeo losing control of the beast.

Exactly what I want.

“Fucking soaked.” He slams his full length back inside of me. Without his mouth trapping my sounds, I scream out.

“You’re fucking mine.” Claiming me as his is the final stand. As soon as the words leave his lips, my beast releases a thunderous roar.

He clamps his hands onto my hips, using his new leverage to pull me into his ever-hastening thrusts. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my moans pass my lips in feeble grunts. My hands have traveled away from his head and to his back. It’s only after I’ve clawed half his back that I realize what I’m doing, but Romeo hasn’t even winced. Like it didn’t hurt at all, while my fingertips feel like they’ve just tried to dig through a brick wall.

“Don’t stop,” I moan. “Never stop. Your cock feels perfect inside me. I neve?—”

My words are cut short as a toe-curling orgasm clenches my throat and makes me sputter choked giddy sounds.

“Fuck!” Romeo snarls. His body tenses and stiffens, veins bulging across his rippling frame. “I’m going to come.” Hesounds disappointed, but it doesn’t stop the rhythm of his ramming. “Fill your womb with my seed. Mark you as mine. Forever.”

“Do it,” I whimper. “Come for me, my beast.”

I can see it in his eyes—the moment it happens. A moment before his intense pounding changes to harder, slower thrusts. And with the final one, Romeo releases his hot, sticky liquid in me before his body gives out, and he crumbles on top of me.

In a frantic struggle to get his hands under my body, he pulls me into a tight hug against his chest. I return his hug, burying my face in his chest. I can feel the erratic rhythm of his thumping heart against my cheek, and it brings a smile to my face.

Where have you been all my life? Lying in wait to save me from my sorry fate? It doesn’t matter now. You’re here. Holding me tight and helping me forget about the nightmares of the past.

I’ve never felt safer than in your powerful arms.

11

ROMEO

“It’s time to wake up, sleepyhead.”

A soothing voice rouses me from slumber, but my heart immediately starts racing. I’m not used to having company, and I’m sure Jess’s voice would’ve inspired the same frightful reaction, but this speaker is a man. The same one who let me drive through Mayfair’s gate.

I should’ve known they’d follow me.

My eyes open, but I don’t get time to adjust before the handle of his pistol connects the bridge of my nose. I see stars before my eyes blur. Woken up just to get knocked out? That’s some inventive fucking cruelty.

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