Page 184 of The Throne Seeker
She grabbed for his shirt in response, exposing his chest, needing to feel his skin against hers. She took it a step further, going to her chest band, unwrapping it, and exposing her breasts to the cool air.
Roman’s gaze slowly shifted downward, swallowing hard. It was as though he’d seen a feast and he was starving.
Her cheeks burned as he devoured her with his eyes.
“If we keep going… I’ll lose all control,” he breathed in warning, giving her one last chance to back out. “I touch you again, and I won’t be able to let you off that bed, even if you beg me to.” He wanted to make sure she understood.
She held his gaze, fearless. “I understand.” Like she’d ever want him to stop.
As if she’d just released him from a leash, his self-control snapped as he dragged her roughly back into him. His lips crashed onto hers with a new sense of desire as his calloused hand went up to her chest, rolling his thumb over her nipple.
She whimpered, gasping at the absolute pleasure taking over.
His mouth grew into a triumphant smile against her lips.
Two could play that game.
Her hand went down to the waistband of his pants, her fingertips playing with the fabric before slipping her hand in. Her fingers had barely brushed the tip of him when a moan rumbled deep within his throat.
She’d found a new goal: make him make that sound over and over again.
He laid her down on the blanket as she reached for him, aching for his body weight to be on hers.
“You are mine,” he claimed with a rasp, trailing feathered kisses along her stomach. “Rosalie Versalles… you are mine…and I’m never… letting you go,” he muttered between kisses, trailing higher and higher.
She squirmed under him, her breaths shallow and weak.
His lips reached her breast, just the place she was hoping for. But he didn’t give in to her desire so easily, teasing her as he kissed everywhere but the tip.
She let out a small, irritated whine.
His eyes flicked up to hers, a smile playing on his lips.
She glared at his cruelty. “Please,” she begged, hating how weak she sounded.
He returned to kiss her lips before pulling back to hover over her. “Please, what?”
“Take them.”
He returned his lips to her chest, offering a few more kisses before finally taking the peak into his mouth.
She gasped, her back arching off the floor, her body writhing beneath his as he lavished her with all the attention she craved. He switched sides, refusing to neglect the other—just as he’d promised.
Her moans grew uncontrollable. She needed more. She gripped his hovering hips and ushered them closer, grinding her pelvis against him as her legs fell open.
He hissed at the sudden thrust, feeling his hard cock pressing against her as she moaned louder.
Desperate for more, he pushed himself off her, wasting no time before he tugged her underwear down. He slid them off her legs and added them to the growing pile of clothing next to them.
He stilled as his eyes worshiped her, licking his lips in a way that sent her into a different dimension.
She reached for his pants, eager to see all of him. He allowed it, not objecting as she unbuckled his belt and slid it off. Next, her fingers undid his trousers, pulling the them down as he helped her free them from his legs.
She sat back, examining him with greedy eyes.
He was a perfect specimen, his muscles even more prominent in the shadows, rain hammering against the window behind him.
She couldn’t contain herself any longer. She leaned forward.
