Page 239 of The Throne Seeker
And take them he did.
He started with the right side, taking her into his mouth with a masterful tug.
She let out a loud moan, arching her back in appreciation. She gripped the headboard, grinding herself against him, aching for him to take her. “Roman.”
He hissed at the rocking motion as his mouth came back to capture hers. “Say it again,” he said. “Say my name again.”
“Roman,” she moaned, begging for him.
As if he couldn’t bear not being inside her any longer, he lifted himself, nudging her legs apart. He hovered at her entrance before he paused, swearing. The golden flecks in his eyes burned like embers as they flickered back up to hers. “You’re soaked,” he murmured.
She replied by taking his hips in her hands and pushing him into her with one smooth glide.
“Fuck,” he swore, letting out a surprised hiss. One of his hands shot to the headboard for balance, gripping it like a lifeline.
She smirked, empowered she could pleasure him so easily.
A crooked smile played on his lips. “Is this how we’re playing?” He stroked her breast as his hips rocked in smooth movements.
She let out a reckless moan as she squirmed.
“Gods, I could hear that sound every day for the rest of my life and still crave it,” Roman rasped.
She dug her fingers into his back as he moved with her. “You can be rough,” she said breathlessly. “I’m not made of glass.”
Roman’s pupils widened as his muscles stilled under hers, tension etched in his clenched jaw. “Release me and I will ravage you,” he warned.
Her ache multiplied. “Consider yourself released.”
She soon realized how much he’d been holding back.
He took a handful of her hair, crushed his lips onto hers, the kiss so savage she could scarcely suck in a breath. He rammed his body against hers, leaving no space between them.
Gods, he was perfect.
He withdrew, taking hold of her waist, lifting her onto his lap. He pinned her against the oversized wooden headboard. She grabbed it for support as he lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist while he knelt before her on the bed.
He entered her again, releasing a deep, appreciative moan. He rocked her against the wooden board with each thrust, pounding the stone wall with a rhythmic thud.
His lips attacked her neck, his teeth scraping and biting her skin. She sighed with pleasure as she tilted her head back, willingly opening her throat to him.
She wasn’t ready for the raw pleasure seizing her. Each perfect thrust was angled to send her most sensitive parts into a frenzy. She ached for him to return with every motion as he swayed against her.
His rough hands tightened around her hips, and his movements and sounds became more unhinged. She knew he was peaking, and the fact made her close, too.
Without warning, a loud crack erupted behind her.
She released the headboard and clung to him as the thick wood fell uselessly to the floor.
He paid no attention to it—his grip tightening around her so they didn’t miss a beat.
“You are everything to me,” he whispered in full surrender, sending a jolt of lightning through her veins. “Everything.”
Her siren stirred.
No, not stirred—writhed.
A deep surge of power swelled within her, rising abruptly to the surface. It unfurled over every inch of her body, beginning in her chest and rushing to her limbs and fingers. The air inher chest turned into fire, burning through her in the best way possible.
