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Moments turned into minutes spent snuggled up against him. The longer Elena felt his body against hers, the more her fear faded. She wasn’t certain how long they had been sitting on the bed together when she felt his weight shift beneath her.

Elena opened her eyes to find him gazing at her with hunger, and she wondered if she was reflecting the same back at him. Before she could say anything, his mouth was on hers and they were locked in a deep kiss. She turned so she was facing him and straddling his legs. Her hands were on his shoulders, and she felt as though she might combust with everything going on inside her. Roman seemed to sense her need, and his sure fingers settled on the back of her head with the other hand resting on her hip. He held her steady as he controlled their kiss. Elena’s eyes shut and her world blurred. What remained of her fear was gone, replaced by her growing arousal. It seems that she couldn’t get enough of this man.

His fingers tightened in her hair, and he tilted her head to deepen the kiss until she moaned into his mouth. He spread his legs, forcing her down fully onto his lap. She could feel his erection through his sweats. His hand tightened on her hip, and he thrust up against her, making her shudder. Flexing her hips, she ground down on him and he growled in response, which had her repeating the move. Wetness seeped between her legs.

“You’re not going to go easy on me again like last night, are you, chaufferone?” she whispered with a faint grin. Elena yelped when he shifted and she found herself flat on her back with Roman’s hips against hers. “Oh, good answer.” His cock was pressing against her apex, and she needed to come more than she needed to breathe at this point. She was willing to dry hump him, if it would get her off.

But he wasn’t having it. He held her in place, and she growled at him in frustration. “Seriously, Roman. Do not toy with me.”

He smirked down at her. “You’re not in charge, little bird. Just relax. I promise, it will be good.”

She tugged on the hair at his nape. “If I only wanted good, I’d use my vibrator.”

Instead of waiting for him to answer her, she nipped at his lips. She caught his lower lip and bit down, drawing blood. Roman jerked his head away and glared down at her. She glared back. “Careful,” he warned. “I’m more than happy to make you beg.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You wouldn’t.”

CHAPTER18

Elena

“Do you wish to test me?” As Roman asked her that question, he reached between them to pull the tie on her robe loose. She tried to shift to get him moving faster, but he paused and stared down at her. “Do you?” he asked again. She gave him a slight shake of her head, and he reached for the hem of her nightgown, pulling it up, with teasing slowness.

Elena was deeply grateful that she slept without underwear.

A moan escaped her lips when she felt his finger against her slick sex. He probed at her with smooth motions, starting with one finger and then quickly adding another and then one more. His palm settled on her mound, and he pressed down against her clit while keeping his fingers curled, moving in and out of her channel.

“Oh! Fuck! Keep going.” So of course, he paused. “Roman! Are you kidding me?” She tried to lift her hips, but he just nipped at her chin while chuckling. With considerable effort, she stopped trying to direct him. As soon as she relaxed, he resumed fucking her with his hand.

Roman was attuned to her in a way that no one had ever been before. When she started to plateau, he shifted and began to rub her clit with strong, circular motions. Each movement of his finger sent her spiraling upward into insatiable lust.

Elena’s simmering arousal boiled over. She worked her hips against him, craving the stimulation, needing him. She bucked and writhed at his touch, each breath escaping her lips as a small moan. When he had worked her to the point of frenzy, his hand teased away from her pussy and down her thigh to leave a slight trail of wetness.

She looked up at him with a pout to find him pulling his shirt off. Lean muscle and tan skin greeted her along with his sexy tattoos, which danced across his skin telling the story of his life. When his sweats hit the floor, she watched his cock pulse and imagined it slipping between her legs.

Roman had the perfect build, Elena thought to herself as she devoured his body with her eyes—muscular without being too bulky. He had a power and grace to him that should be illegal.

Paying attention this time, she could see the scars—on his shoulder was an obvious one from a bullet wound. There were also other scars—ranging from small white ones on his hands to larger jagged ones on his torso. Dutiful, polite Roman had a violent side.

She felt safer than ever at this realization, and she wanted him more than ever. Sitting up, she slipped out of her robe and nightgown; they landed on the floor next to the bed. His appreciative gaze wandered across her body, pausing at her full breasts and the hairless pink lips between her legs.

Elena spun a length of hair around her finger as she asked, “Do you have a condom?” Flushed and panting, it pained her to interrupt when all she could ever want, all she could think about, was how good his body felt against hers and how well that heavy cock would fill her again. She shuddered in anticipation as he told her, “Yes. Just a moment.” When he bent to retrieve a small metallic square from his nightstand, she greedily stared at his tight ass.

“You know, you look damn hot in your suit, but you look even better naked,” she mused while he stood next to the bed, stroking his cock before rolling the condom along his length and securing it at the base. He turned to her with an impish expression.

“And you’re gorgeous, but sometimes that tongue is too sharp.” He climbed atop her where she lay, pinning her to the bed, and guided himself toward her entrance.

Elena tossed her head back with a groan of pleasure. The anticipation of feeling him inside of her again was too great. She squirmed beneath him and leaned forward to bite at his neck while he circled her swollen pussy with the head of his cock.

Roman issued a moan in response when her teeth met his flesh. The hunger behind his eyes matched her own as he thrust forward, impaling her on his length. Elena reached up to grab his shoulders, matching his rhythm. Her mouth fell from his neck, lips parted, her breathing hitched. Her legs wrapped around him, driving their bodies closer together and bringing his cock in deeper.

Time bled away as they fucked, each of his thrusts met with a tightening of her muscles as she clung to him. Any semblance of self-control was gone. Elena was caught in a whirlwind of lust and could do nothing more than ride it out.

Roman had started out slow, but now he was fucking her furiously. Over and over, his length drove deep into her aching pussy, until spots danced in her vision, and she felt herself near the edge of climax.

“Make me come, Roman. Oh God, I need you,” she panted. “Please make me come.” Another mewling plea escaped her lips. She arched her back, and when he thrust again, he hit just the right spot.

Roman mumbled in Russian against the side of her throat, but Elena was too far gone to make out the words. He issued a harsh grunt, flesh slapping against flesh, until the rush of her orgasm overtook Elena. Her body tensed, and she rode out wave after wave of pleasure. Not long after, she felt him jerk harshly into her with a loud cry.

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