Page 168 of Guarded King

“No,” I whisper.

His jaw clenches. “Fuck, Chloe.” He crushes his mouth to mine again, a kiss that sends flames lapping over my skin. A kiss that promises so much—pleasure, passion, tenderness.

“Soon,” he growls. “I’ll take your tight little ass soon. But I want something else from you tonight.”

He shifts, moving down my body, sliding his hands under my thighs and pressing his tongue against my entrance, dipping the tip in before slowly licking all the way up and sucking my clit into his mouth.

I try unsuccessfully to suppress a low whine.

He does it again and again until I’m writhing under him. As I find myself dangerously close to the edge, he stops, sits back, and reaches into his bedside table.

My body deflates at the loss of his touch, and when he pulls an item out, all I can do is stare at it.

It’s long, slightly curved, and appears to be made of glass orbs fused together, gradually tapering from one end to the other. The size and shape of it leave no doubt as to its intended purpose.

I swallow. “Is that… Is it glass? That seems a little… dangerous.”

He chuckles. “It’s tempered glass. It won’t break. But it will feel very, very good inside you.”

He runs the cool tip over my heated flesh, sending a shiver rippling up my spine. When he circles it around my entrance, a breath shudders out of me. But when he pushes it slowly inside, I gasp at the sensation of the smooth, hard, rounded end of it stretching me open.

If Roman hadn’t positioned himself between my thighs, my natural reaction would have been to slam them shut. But since I trust him, I take a deep breath and relax. Right away, my body begins to adjust as my nerve endings spark to life again.

With his focus fixed on my pussy, he pulls the glass dildo out slowly, then pushes it back in, the cool ridges rubbing deliciously against me.

My eyes roll back in my head. God, I’m going to lose my mind.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were planning on moving out?”

I blink up at him in confusion. Before I can formulate a coherent thought, he twists the toy so that the end slides over my G-spot, and I moan.

“I-It’s just an idea at the moment.”

He returns to sliding it in and out, maintaining the perfect rhythm. With each movement, pleasure builds and coils deep inside me. But without any stimulation to my clit, it doesn’t go anywhere.

“You’re going to move in with me,” he says. “If you’re not living with your dad anymore, I want you living with me.”

He pushes into me with a little more force to punctuate the command.

“Roman.” I shudder. “It’s too soon for us to live together.”

One finger brushes over my clit with the slightest pressure, and tendrils of need tighten in my core.

“Please,” I beg, head thrown back.

Another thrust, another brush of his finger. “Look at me, Chloe.”

With more effort than it should take, I force myself to focus. His eyes are dark, the intensity burning through me.

“Move in with me.”

I bite my lip. “It’s too soon.”

He dips his head and flicks his tongue over where I’m begging to be touched, and I cry out.

“It’s not too soon. You know it just as well as I do. You belong here, in my bed, in my home.Ourhome.”

My head spins, but my heart screams at me to admit the truth. I do belong here. With him.

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