Page 75 of Shadows of Obsession

Normally I would die of shame standing only in underwear in front of a man, but seeing how fascinated he is by the view I'm offering, I feel wrapped in an unnatural boldness.

"I swear I don't believe in any higher power, but in this moment I'm sure there must be one; otherwise I can't explain how you came out so perfect," he rasps, and although it's not the first time I've received a compliment, the way he says it, as if I were a deity he worships, sends shivers down my spine.

It's enough for him to raise his gaze and see the way I'm looking at him. Quickly I'm lifted into his arms and lowered onto the bed.

His mouth assaults all my senses, and when I feel his bare chest touching my breasts, I can't avoid the sound that escapes me.

I automatically spread my legs, making room for him, and even though he still has his pants on, he pushes against me, seeking the smallest trace of friction. I feel how hard he is, and I push back against him, trying to soothe my need to be touched.

A groan vibrates from his throat, and I swear it's the sexiest sound I've ever heard in my life.

His mouth moves to my breasts, seeking to give them equal attention, and the moment his tongue circles one of them, my head sinks further into the pillow. My fingers weave through his hair, grip tightening with each heartbeat until my knuckleswhiten. A gasp tears from my throat as his tongue traces patterns that send electricity racing down my spine. Each deliberate touch leaves me trembling, desperate for more, and I want to see him.

His head dips lower, his tongue trailing fire across my skin while his eyes stay locked on mine.

My heart skips when I catch his look - hungry but tender, like I'm everything that matters to him. I don't think he knows how much he's showing right now, how raw and open his soul is. And right now, I wish I could reach into my chest and hand him my heart, just to keep it safe. Because I know he would. He would go to wars and move mountains to protect me.

If I ever thought I could stop myself from falling for this man, that hope died the second he looked at me like this.

His head lowers between my legs, and before my mind can clear to tell him he doesn't need to do this, I feel my underwear being torn.

"Heeey!" I squeal.

All I get in response is a light laugh before his mouth consumes me as if he was starved, and I think I see stars the moment his tongue circles my clit. Aidan was never a fan of going down on me, and somehow that made me feel like I was the problem. That I was not worthy of the time and effort. But the way Roman hums while sucking the little bundle of nerves makes me realize it never felt like this. Like this turns him on just as much. His hands tighten around my ass to bring me closer.

“Fuck. Please don’t stop,” is all I manage to say.

“Say please again, love.” He smirks, and I'm so far gone I'd crawl to him if he asked, just to feel his lips on me again.

“Please.” My hands grip his hair, pulling him closer.

Then, because this man plans on ruining me for everyone else, he penetrates me with his tongue, and for a fraction of a second, I think I pass out.

Heat blooms beneath each brush of his fingers trailing down my thighs, his grip leaving imprints, his touch burning my skin. When he raises his gaze, his lips are wet, and I involuntarily blush, seeing his smile. I lean forward, determined to kiss that smirk off his lips while my fingers fumble with his belt, desperate to eliminate the last barrier between us.

"I didn't know you were so impatient, love," he tells me teasingly.

Oh, he has no idea how impatient I am.

He rises and tosses his pants and boxers to the floor beside the bed while keeping his gaze locked on me.

Oh my God.I’d felt his length on other occasions, but the real deal? I’m still hot and so fucking turned on by what he did to me a few moments ago that I can feel my entire body going tight with need.

I start to dip my head, eager to show him just how much I want him, but his fingers tangle in my hair, holding me back.

"But I want to—" I begin, my voice husky with desire.

"Luna," he growls, his tone a mix of warning and barely restrained need. "If those lips of yours get anywhere near me right now, I'll lose what little control I have left."

He leans over me, caging me in with his arms on either side of my head.

"Do you know how many times I've imagined you in my bed, naked and wet for me?" he asks in that sinful voice.

I shake my head no and watch him positioning himself between my legs. In one smooth move, I feel him sliding into me.

"Far too many times," he answers hoarsely.

I try to acclimate to the slight burning sensation and breathe, my hands gripping his back. I slowly relax my muscles, and the first waves of pleasure begin to course through my body as I start to move a little bit. He’s thick, and when a vein starts to pulse inside of me, my entire body locks from how good it feels.

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