Page 107 of Forgive Me Father
“Then don’t think at all,” I murmur, my lips brushing against his ear. “Show me how much you love me,” I whisper, feeling his grip tighten. As I trail my tongue from his cheek to his lips, the metallic taste of Eric’s blood lingers, an unsettling reminder of the night’s violence. “Fuck me like you love me, Roman.”
With a low growl, he tightens his hold and moves us without a word, carrying us to a part of the apartment I haven’t yet explored. He opens the door to the master bedroom, but instead of stopping, he guides us into the adjoining bathroom.
He turns on the shower, letting the water heat before facing me again. His hands are swift, and I feel the heat of the water mix with the heat of his touch.
“I—”
“Shh,” He interrupts, his voice a gentle command as he begins to pull my shirt over my head, his movements deliberate andunhurried. As he undresses himself, the blood staining his skin is a stark contrast to the raw need in his eyes. I try to ignore the prominent strain between his legs, focusing instead on the intimacy of the moment.
The steam from the shower starts to fill the room, the air thick with heat and anticipation. Roman’s gaze is intense, his focus solely on me as he prepares to wash away the remnants of the night’s violence, turning our shared space into a sanctuary of raw emotion.
"Roman-"
Shoving us into the shower, the warm water cascades down our bodies, his lips ferociously attacking mine, nipping and biting at my bottom lip every chance he gets. Running his hand down my front, he cups my center, letting his fingers slide into my wetness. Keeping me pressed against the wall, I gasp and moan every time his fingers move in and out of me, watching as the blood mixes with the water and trails down his skin. My breasts bounce as he pounds into me, his free hand wrapping around my neck for purchase.
"So fucking wet for me, pretty girl," He praises, pulling his fingers out of me, taking his time licking my slickness from their tips.
Turning me around, he presses my front to the tile wall, coiling his hand in my hair, spreading my legs as he runs his tip along my folds.
"Tell me how bad you want to feel my cock, Eden.”
"So bad, Roman," I whisper, the water running down my body adding to the tendrils of anticipation creeping up my spine. "So fucking bad-"
I let out a gasp as he slides inside me. Keeping his hand wrapped around the back of my neck, he pounds into me mercilessly, passionately.
"Fuck, I love this," He groans, thrusting harder. "I love seeing you take me in like a good fucking girl," He whispers, using his hand to hold my hip in place.
Latching his teeth to the side of my neck, he releases his hold on my waist, driving harder and harder into me. He wraps his hand around the shower knob until his knuckles are white.
I glance down at my legs, looking at the light trail of blood slipping out of me and down my inner thigh.
My period.
Great.
Thrusting more aggressively, his lips brush the side of my ear.
"I love the way your blood looks on my cock," He whispers, slowing down his pace. "I want to be the only one to make you bleed, Eden."
He tugs my hair forcefully, the pain that stings my scalp sending me closer to release. His arm wraps around me as I moan, his cock twitching inside of me.
"You ready, baby?" He questions, holding me still. "How bad do you want it?" He taunts, keeping me at a tipping point.
"Please," I whimper.
Not needing much else, I feel his release implode inside of me, both of us letting out a vicious moan. Pulling himself from me, he moves in front of me, settling on his knees, my eyes wide with confusion as I struggle to support my weight on my shaking legs.
"What-"
Dragging his tongue up my lower thigh, he licks the blood that slipped out of me, letting it settle on his tongue, his hand gripping my thigh. Moving his tongue up my thigh and to my hip bone, he keeps moving up, sliding his tongue over my clit before working up my lower stomach. Moving up my body, his tongue takes its time going over my breasts before moving up my neck, finally settling on my lips.
Tasting a mix of blood and water, he kisses me as hard as he can, holding me until the water has washed away all of our sins.
Proverbs 25:25: “Like cold water to a thirsty soul."
Chapter 29
Eden
