Page 76 of Shadows of Obsession

"Are you okay?" he asks with a note of concern.

I nod yes, because I've lost my voice from the sensations enveloping me. My skin sizzles and all I know is that I want this man. Now. Tomorrow. Every single day of my life.

"Words, Luna," he says through clenched teeth.

"Yes. Can you please move? I feel like I'm going to explode, like right fucking now," I tell him, and I realize that all the tension in his body is because he was restraining himself from moving so as not to hurt me.

I cling to him, and with each movement he makes, I know for certain that no other man will compare to him. His mouth moves to my neck while one of his hands grips my hip to steady any movement I make. I try to hold back and not be too vocal, but at some point my brain forgets this and I scream his name.

"Damn, baby, say my name again," he says in a strangled voice, and he positions his hand at the base of my neck.

Somehow in the madness of the moment, my mind goes to someone else who put their hand on my throat, and not to give me pleasure. I know he feels how my body has gone on alert because he slows his movements but doesn’t stop, and somehow that helps. Because I feel him. My entire body knows who I’m with, and the way his hips touch my center with each trust makes me more aware of where I am.With whom.

"You're here with me and you have control, Luna. Just tell me and I'll stop," he whispers, and I know it would be hard for him to do that, but he would.

I nod and try to anchor myself in the present. In his orange and sage scent. In his free hand gently caressing my breasts. In those gray eyes that would destroy all my nightmares with one burning look.

I'm overwhelmed by all the sensations and I can't fight the orgasm that envelops me. His mouth descends to mine just as the wave of warmth ravages me, and I don't think I even remember my name anymore.

“Mine.” Thrust. “Mine.” Thrust. “Fucking mine, love.”

“Yours.” I whisper near his mouth while saying his name again and again and again.

After a few more thrusts, his body suddenly stops and a guttural moan escapes him, our kiss consuming most of the sound. For several moments I'm sure I'm floating, and I try to remember when I ever felt so complete. So at peace.

He presses a kiss on the crown of my head, a gesture that seems so innocent compared to what we just did. My thighs are still trembling from his movements and the evidence of what we did runs down on my thighs.

"Let's clean up," he whispers softly in my ear before gently biting the lobe. A laugh escapes me because apparently I'm ticklish when touched there.

"I don't think I can move in the next few minutes," I tell him, giggling because I feel euphoric.

He looks at me with the same adoring gaze from earlier, and I feel my cheeks reddening.

"Don't look at me like that," I whisper because I feel exposed under his scrutiny.

"Get used to it because I don't have another way of looking at you, moya dusha," he says and rises, lifting me up with him.

I never thought I would find it sexy to be carried in a man's arms, but the way Roman makes me feel as if I were light as a feather as he carries me to the bathroom makes him even more attractive than he already was.

"Want me to fill the tub?" he asks, and as I rest my head on his shoulder, I'm tempted to close my eyes and fall asleep.

"Will you join me?" I ask drowsily.

"Yes, love," he answers and kisses my head again.

He sets me on the bathroom counter and turns on the water. He examines the various bottles, trying to decide what to pour in the tub.

Oof, Luna.You never had a chance of not falling in love with this man, right from the start.

When the tub is almost full, he returns to me and starts massaging my legs.

"I didn't expect you to be the type to fill my tub with bubbles," I tell him, laughing softly.

"I'm not that type, but for you I want to be. Only for you," he says in a warm but serious tone.

Roman helps me down from the counter and leads me to the tub. I sink into the warm water and let out a sound of satisfaction as my whole body is covered by lavender-scented foam.

He positions himself behind me, and I lean back against him. It's such an intimate position that feels so natural. My body fits like a puzzle piece against his, and at this moment, all I feel is that this man, so dangerous, so calculated, was made for me.

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