Page 94 of Shadows of You

He made it to my bedroom in a matter of seconds, shutting the door behind us. He lowered me to the floor so slowly it was almost painful. My core pressed against the long, thick ridge in his pants, and I almost whimpered.

“Need you to be sure.”

I looked up into his face, infusing every bit of certainty I could into my voice. “I’m sure.”

Roan stroked his thumb across my pulse point. “Need control.”

I swallowed against the dryness in my throat. “Okay.”

That thumb trailed over my chest and down my sternum. His fingers twisted in the hem of my sweatshirt. “Arms up.”

There was a grit to his voice, a need, and it had heat pooling between my thighs. I obeyed.

Roan slowly peeled my sweatshirt off and tossed it to the floor, leaving me in my sleep camisole. His eyes flared as he drank me in. “So pretty.”

I let my arms slowly fall, soaking in Roan’s stare.

His finger traced my nipple through the delicate fabric. It peaked and tightened. “Fuck. Look at that response. So beautiful. So perfect.”

My heart sped up as need pulsed low.

“Can I have this?” Roan asked, his fingers toying with the strap of the tank top.

I nodded.

“Words, Tender Heart. I need the words.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

The camisole was gone in a flash, joining my discarded sweatshirt on the floor.

Roan stepped back, towering over me and taking in every inch of my bare skin. He stilled in front of me, looking at the scar that ran along my collarbone and down my side. I fought the urge to turn and cover myself, but before I could, Roan bent.

His lips trailed across the raised flesh. “I’d do anything to take away this pain.”

“Roan.” His name was a hoarse whisper.

“Anything,” he echoed.

Tears stung my eyes as Roan’s fingers followed his lips. He wasn’t scared of my damage. It didn’t make him flinch. He took me exactly as I was.

He kept moving, circling me, stopping behind me, and tracing a finger down my spine. “Smoother than I ever could’ve dreamed.”

“Roan…”

He pulled me flush against him, my back to his front. I could feel the need pulsing between us, his hardness nestled against my ass.

Roan slid a hand beneath the waistband of my sweatpants and under my panties. I let my head fall back against his shoulder, breathing hard.

His fingers slid down, exploring. Wetness gathered between my thighs. He cupped me. “This heat. Could burn a man alive.”

My core clenched at his words. “Roan…”

“Patience.”

I pressed my thighs together, tightening around his hand, trying to give myself more pressure, more friction. Just…more.

Roan pinched my thigh, making a tsking noise. “Behave.”

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