Page 125 of Volatile Obsessions

Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe.

This was it.

We’d shared a couple of moments that led us to the point of no return.

But this time, this, right here, was the real deal.

There was no coming back from this.

Bracing myself for what would be my ultimate demise, I obliged to his request, pulling the soft fabrics of my shorts and panties aside.

The rest of me remained hidden beneath my clothing, but holy fuck, I had never felt more exposed.

So bare.

And yet, the possessive, adoring look in his eyes set me on fire.

It was everything I’d never had, and everything I’d always wanted.

Lips parted, his nostrils flared as he dipped his thumb between my lips and dragged it up to my clit. “Fuuuck… It’s prettier than I imagined.”

“Rome, please,” I whimpered impatiently.

He could look later, up close and in detail if he wanted to. But right then, I needed him inside me. Needed him filling me until I didn’t know where I started and he ended.

“Spread it for me, baby,” he rasped crudely, pulling himself free from his shorts, stroking it slowly.

Long, thick, hard—my pussy clenched at the mere sight of it.

I was salivating like a bitch in heat, spreading myself wantonly between two fingers.

I’d never felt like this before…

Rome hissed, his eyes darkening. “Goddamn, you’re perfect.” He slid his length along my heat, flooding me, drawing my essence all over him.

It. Was. Torture.

Exquisite-fucking-torture.

“Come here,” he gritted out, yanking me flush against him. “I wanna see you. Look at me while I take you.”

Stares entwined, he pushed into me without warning, filling me inch, by inch, by delicious inch—until I was gasping for air, fully seated on his length.

Throwing my head back, I clamped my eyes shut. “Ohhh my God…”

Rome hummed, as if agreeing to my plea. Gripping my hips, his fingers dug into my skin as he rolled into me skillfully. “So. Fucking. Tight.”—thrust—“So warm.”—thrust—“So wet.”—thrust—“You’re perfect, fucking perfect, Lux.”

His words…

The way he fucked me…

I was high on it all, creeping up on the precipice of ecstasy, ready to fall over the edge into sweet oblivion at any moment.

“Oh, God, please… More…” I begged, riding him with equal fervor.

“It’s Rome, baby—get it right. Remember it. Engrain it in your mind. It’s the only name you’ll be moaning from now on.”

“Rome, please.” I begged again, chasing that decadent feeling building deep within my core.

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