Page 187 of The Throne Seeker
“You’ve got to be fucking joking,” he said, his voice laced with a powerful ache.
An immediate sense of pride filled her to know it felt better than he imagined.
His motions started slow and gentle, taking his time to familiarize himself with every inch of her. His hips rocked in slow, beautiful thrusts, letting her become accustomed to him.
She arched her back again. This time, his arm slid under her, securing her close, while the other held him up.
“I’m yours,” he murmured against her lips, between fervent kisses. “Gods, I’m all but yours.”
He drove himself deeper, his hips moving faster with each thrust. She raked at his back with her fingertips, clinging to him for support. Her chest grazed his as she swayed with him. Their kisses grew ravenous as they devoured each other, their tongues dancing together.
Her climax climbed again, coming back in full force. She pulled back, opening her eyes, wanting to see him. She found her favorite golden eyes waiting for her, taking her captive.
“Don’t stop,” she begged against his lips. “Please… whatever you do… don’t stop.”
Her lips went to the base of his throat, nipping at it while simultaneously swirling her tongue over his skin—a magical spot, she realized, as he let out a deep-throated groan while his eyes rolled back.
“Just look at you,” he drawled with uncontrollable moans, his eyes raking over her. “I… I can’t…”
Words failed as they were both shoved off the cliff they were hanging on.
Roman roared as he went with her this time, his strong arm crushing her into his chest as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders, crying out. His arms shook with pleasure as he poured himself into her, his thrusts wild and uncontrollable.
She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. All she could see was him. All she could feel was him. He was her, and she was him.
One being.
One heart.
It was the precise moment she knew she could never live without him again.
Once he had poured every ounce of himself into her, he gently released her back onto the bed, his hands brushing the hair out of her face, stroking it. “I love you,” he whispered breathlessly, his chest heaving as he rested his forehead against hers. “Gods, you’ll never know how much I love you, Roe.”
“I love you, too,” she murmured between ragged breaths.
She meant it with every fiber of her being.
They laid beside each other for a long while, not worried about such a small thing as time. Roman cradled her against his chest as he stroked her hair, attempting to catch their breath.
“Can I ask you something else?” he said after a moment, his question mixed with hesitation.
She looked up at him, signaling he could.
“At the Infinity Pool, you mentioned feeling broken, that it wasn’t only Tristan who hurt you… What did you mean by that?”
She stopped tracing her fingers over his chest, growing still.
He noticed the hesitation. “You don’t have to tell me.”
“I want to. It’s only… I haven’t told anyone, ever. I… I’m afraid you might look at me differently.”
“Nothing you could say or do would persuade me of that.”
“You might not be so sure after what I tell you.” She sat up, wrapping the butter-soft sheets around her body.
He sat up with her as she looked away, trying to hide her pained expression. He took hold of her face, making her look at him. His gaze held her as firm as the mountains surrounding them.
“Don’t you dare hide from me. There isnothingyou could say that would make me love you any less.”
