Page 27 of Fragile Union

"I don't want to hurt you," he says and I've had enough. I use all my strength and push him off me. "Hol?"

I spin around, my ass on the desk as I glare at my husband. "If it were me that was holding back from you, you'd lose your damn mind. I want my husband, Romero. All of him. I am not a fragile doll, no matter what you think."

His hands grip my thighs, and he pulls me toward him, my back hitting the desk as he impales me on his cock. "To you, I am not a monster. I don't want that to change."

My hand goes to his face, his brown eyes filled with worry. "Rome," I whisper as he slowly thrusts into me. "You think I don't know who you are. Or what you're capable of? You are a monster. To everyone out there. In here, in our house, to me, you're Rome. My Rome. My husband. So, please, don't ever think that I'll think of you as anything but the man I love. Now fuck me like you mean it."

I see the moment that the last ounce of restraint goes. Those beautiful brown eyes of his practically turn black. His hands go to my hips and the grip is painful and I know that they'll leave a bruise, his thrusts are fast, brutal, and perfect.

I move so that my arms are wrapped around his neck, my lips against his face. I need to be close to him, I need to have this connection to him. I'm fucking him back with just as much abandonment, lust, and want. We're both groaning and moaning so loudly, neither of us care if anyone's listening.

His teeth are nipping at my neck, he's marking me, making a statement of ownership.

I'm whimpering with each thrust; my orgasm has been building for so long. I need to cum. My body shakes with need. I'm gasping trying to reach for the ultimate high.

"Rome," I beg.

"Not yet, doll face," he grunts as he thrusts harder and faster.

I throw myself back, needing something to keep myself up. My back hits the desk as my body tightens.

"Do not fucking come," he snarls.

"Please!" I'm reduced to a whimpering mess. "Rome, God, please, hon."

"Now," he grounds out as he thrusts hard into me, rooting himself to the hilt. "Fuck, Hol, come now."

I do, and my body spasms as I detonate, his name a cry from my lips.

Crashing sounds around us, but I ignore it, my gaze fixated on Rome as his body shudders while he comes inside of me.

He collapses back onto the chair and he pulls me down on top of him. His face buried into my neck.

"That was amazing," I say as I manage to catch my breath.

He raises his head, his eyes gazing around the room, his body starts to shake and I'm instantly worried, that is until I realise that he's laughing. "Doll face. I'm going to have to buy you a new computer."

My eyes widen at the smile on his face, and I turn to see the destruction that was once my office. My computer is lying on the floor, the screen smashed to pieces, all the paperwork that was on my desk is now scattered on the ground.

I shrug. "Eh, it was so fucking worth it."

His eyes soften. "Hol," his voice sounds a little weird and I know that he's worried he's hurt me.

"That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. The way you lost control..." I shake my head. "Please don't go back to treating me like I'm breakable. I want all of you Rome, every single piece of you."

His lips touch mine and I sink against him. Nothing is better than being held by him.

"We have to get ready," I tell him, hating that we have to move from this position.

"Yeah, we won't stay too long, just enough to make our presence known."

I laugh, "Hon, that'll happen from the moment we walk in. You're an imposing sight. You never smile, you either stare at people or glare at them."

"That's not true," he says as his arms tighten around me. "I smile with you."

My heart soars at his words. It's true, he does smile when he's alone with me. He places a soft kiss against my forehead, and I close my eyes and savor the feeling. God, I really love this man.

"You ready, doll face?"

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