Page 60 of Vicious Games

He slid down my body until his shoulders pressed into my inner thighs. “Purr for me, kitten.”

He licked my pussy, teasing my clit. My hips bucked. He licked again, this time applying more pressure.

“Oh, God.”

“Say my name.”

“Roman,” I breathed.

“Louder.” His hot breath caressed my sensitive flesh.

“Roman!”

He flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue in reward.

I curled my fingers into fists, desperately wanting to drive them into the soft waves of his hair and pull him closer. The restraints around my ankles rattled as I tried to raise my knees. The inability to move how my body wanted only heightened my arousal. I was trapped under him, by him, because of him… for him.

The sexual tension reached a fever pitch. With every flick of his tongue, with each brush of his hand over my abdomen, with each soft caress of his breath against my thigh, my body responded as if touched by a brand. He was burning me from the inside out.

I writhed against my restraints as my orgasm took hold. My hips bucked again, slamming against his jaw. Roman’s dark gaze captured mine as he slowly opened his mouth and stretched out his tongue, gently circling it around my now overly sensitive clit, driving me to the edge once more.

“No! I can’t! I’m done.”

“I warned you about that word.”

He continued to torture me with his tongue until he wrenched another orgasm from me. As my body turned to ash in the flames, he stretched over me. Through my own harsh breaths, I could hear the metal clicks of him lowering his zipper. My heart skipped a beat.

The head of his cock was hot against my thigh as he pressed it between our bodies. He rubbed it between the seam of my pussy lips several times before pushing it inside, but only an inch or so.

“Wait,” I begged.

Roman stared down at me, one eyebrow lifted.

“Release me. Please, Roman. I want to hold you.”

He hesitated.

I softened my gaze. “Please, don’t deny me.” I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.

Roman reached up and unbuckled the first leather cuff around my right wrist. His chest hair brushed my nose as he then unbuckled the other one. The second I was free, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. I rarely initiated our kisses. I knew I would take him by surprise.

He immediately wrapped his hands around my jaw and deepened the kiss.

“Now, baby. Now!” I purred.

Roman thrust inside, filling me.

“Jesus, baby,” he groaned as he thrust again, deeper.

I arched my back and switched the position of my hands to run my nails down his back. The movement spurred him on. He fucked me harder, each punishing thrust claiming me as his own.

He quickened his pace to a punishing speed, bruising my flesh as he pounded into me again and again.

I dug my nails in deeper as his harsh breaths brushed my cheek. I relished the feel of his weight bearing down on me, the press of his hips, his thick shaft stretching me open.

Roman growled as he thrust in deep and froze. Cords of muscle popped out on his neck as he threw his head back and released deep inside of me. It was the first time he had come inside of me since I had turned down his marriage proposal.

Roman collapsed to the side of me, so as not to crush me.

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