Page 79 of Old Flame

I swallowed hard, wishing I could block it out. Separate the two. The before and the after. But I didn’t think that would ever be possible. I dropped my gaze, and he immediately grabbed my chin, forcing my head back so that I had to look at him.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered.

It was hard to look at him and deal with all the other stuff. He was the reason for it all. The cause for every choice I had made since I had been sixteen years old. And somehow, even without me telling him about Rome, Eamon had known that.

“You used to love having my head between your legs.” His voice was thick and husky.

I remembered. I remembered everything. Even when I wanted to forget it. Every moment.

He let go of my chin and ran his finger down the side of my face. “Still so fucking beautiful.”

If I let him, he’d ruin me. But how did I protect myself from this man when all I wanted was to be here with him?

“Talk to me. I used to not be able to get you to shut up.” He smirked as the corners of his eyes crinkled with amusement.

“I don’t…” I stopped. God, how did I say this? “It’s just…I…I don’t do that. I mean…I don’t enjoy it anymore. It…it wasn’t something I did.”

Talking about the intimacy I had shared with Eamon felt so forbidden that I couldn’t say any more. It felt like I was betraying someone who had loved me, sacrificed for me, and accepted that I gave him what I could of myself while he gave me all of him.

Rome’s eyes narrowed, and I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. He shifted and settled between my legs. The hard length of his erection pressed against my clit, causing me to gasp loudly. If he was trying to distract me, then this would work.

“You telling me your husband didn’t eat your pussy?”

Not exactly.

I shook my head. “No, he did, but…I just didn’t enjoy it. We stopped doing that.”

The challenge that lit his eyes made me tense. Even with his body covering me and his heat seeping into me. I hadn’t meant to toss down some weird competition. I simply no longer enjoyed oral sex.

He continued to hold my gaze as he moved back, then grabbed my ankles, jerking my legs open and bending my knees so that I was completely open to him. His eyes drifted down my body, making me once again self-conscious, before they stopped and focused on the area between my legs. I trembled as he licked his lips. My clit began to ache.

“For someone who doesn’t enjoy it, the thought of it has you aroused. I can smell it. Still smells like fucking heaven.”

“Oh God,” I whispered, closing my eyes.

“Eyes on me,” he snarled, and I opened them again to see him scowling. “When my mouth is making you scream out your orgasm, I want you to know who the fuck is doing it. Whose goddamn mouth it is.”

That was laughable. No one had ever made me orgasm but him. My body only came alive when it was Rome touching it. I’d thought he had broken me. That I no longer enjoyed sexual things. I relied on my vibrator to get me off after sex withEamon.

He held my gaze as he lowered his head.

The first swipe of his tongue caused my hips to buck off the mattress. The sound I made was loud, and I wasn’t sure how to describe it. His deep chuckle vibrated against my clit, only igniting more waves of euphoria to race through me. My hands fisted the sheets beneath me, and nothing else mattered. All the other thoughts or worries were gone. There was no guilt.

The addition of the metal in his tongue only heightened the experience. It had been so long since I’d felt this way—out of control, lost to my own pleasure, wanting nothing but the high that came with my release—that I wondered briefly how I’d lived without this for so many years.

Rome’s finger slid inside my opening the exact moment his tongue circled my clit. I felt like a million tiny sparks of light exploded out of me as I was catapulted into complete rapture. His name tore from my lips, and I continued to ride my release while his eyes held mine and he moved over me.

There was no pause or thought before he sank inside me with a hoarse groan. “Fuuuuck.”

My inner walls clenched tightly from the invasion. His girth was thicker than my body was accustomed to, and it had me panting as I adjusted to the size.

“Jesus, Angel Face,” he hissed. “How is this pussy so tight?”

I didn’t want to answer that. I didn’t want to think about the people we’d been with in between the before and after. This was just us. Rome and Salem. No one else would come in and ruin it.

He began to pull back, then thrust in deeper, and my eyes flew open wide as I felt something other than his cock rubbing inside me.

His lips quirked at my expression.

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