Page 46 of Vamp

He turned and started out of the kitchen, heading down the hall toward my bedroom, and from my vantage point, I could see his firm, round ass perfectly. It was impossible not to reach down and slide my hands beneath the waistband of his jeans so I could get a good grip on it.

I let out a yelp when he turned his head and sank his teeth into the naked flesh of my hip, right next to his face.

A second later, I was flying through the air, landing on my back in my bed. The sheets were different than the last time he was here, and instead of his masculine scent, they smelled like my fabric softener. I couldn’t wait to muss them all up and cover them in the smell of Roan’s cologne.

Take your shirt off,” he rasped, the pupils of his eyes so big with desire that the black had swallowed up every bit of green. “Bra too.”

I bit the inside of my lip to keep from smiling as I challenged, “You first.”

Roan smiled then, that dimple-pressing, teeth-showcasing smile that always made me tremble from the inside. The man really did have the mostbeautifulsmile... when he wasn’t trying to charm someone or putting on a show for someone else’s benefit.

He didn’t make me wait; reaching down to fist the hem of his T-shirt, he ripped it over his head and tossed it aside, revealing his firm, broad chest to me. The rounded muscles of his pecs led down to a narrow waist and chiseled abs. He was bigger than I remembered, but still so perfect.

On his chest, right over his heart was a tattoo that hadn’t been there when we were together. A line of Roman numerals. I didn’t know what they stood for, but the place of prominence where he’d had them etched made me think they were important. Maybe they represented the date he finally got signed to a record label, the one wish he’d had since he was old enough to dream. It would make sense.

Before I could ask what the numbers represented, Roan’s long, deft fingers worked the fly of his jeans open, and I fell mute when he pushed them down his long, strong thighs, taking his boxer briefs with them.

God, he was big. I had already known that, but time passed and my memory faded, making things seem less extreme. All these years later, he still held the title of the biggest I’d ever been with, and as I stared at him, I had the same thought I had every time we slept together in the past. The very same thought Roan would always put at ease.

“It’ll fit, Freckles,” he insisted. The words taking me back in time. “I always do. You were made for me, remember? Made to take every inch of me.” Oh, I remembered all right, and at the memory, a new wave of wetness coated my opening, preparing my body for his.

“Now you,” he said, his tongue coming out to lick across his bottom lip. His eyes were glassy and bright with need as he watched me grab the flimsy tank top I’d worn to rehearsal and pull it over my head. The bra came next, and in the blink of an eye, I lay before him, completely naked. The intimacy of us staring at the other wasn’t lost on me. Neither of us moved for several seconds, simply content to get lost in taking the other in.

A whimper stalled in my chest as I watched him fist the root of his thick, straining cock. He squeezed hard and dragged his hand up to the tip, causing a bead of pre-cum to drip from the tiny slit.

“You want this, Alma?” he asked as he slowly jacked himself. His chest rose and fell with short, choppy breaths as he stared at me like he wanted to get lost in me.

“I do,” I panted.

“No going back from this. The moment I slide inside you, that’s it. So you have to be sure.”

What I was was delirious all over again, but this time, it wasn’t from sickness. This time it was all for Roan. A stuttered moan pushed its way up my throat. In that very moment, there was no other choice. What was about to happen was a foregone conclusion, and I could no longer wait to feel him on top of me, sliding into me, taking me over so completely.

“Roan, now.Please.”

At my begging, he twisted and bent to lift his jeans from the floor, giving me the perfect view of his taut ass as he fished a condom from his pocket. He ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it on his steely cock jutting from his hips, pointing right at me like a beacon.

The mattress depressed beneath his weight as he put his knees to the bed and proceeded to crawl over me. Goosebumps speckled across my skin in anticipation as he hovered above me. My lips parted in anticipation as he lowered his hips, giving me no choice but to spread my legs wide to accommodate him. I felt the blunt head of him against my slick opening and breathed deeply through my nose.

“Dreamed about this,” he said softly as he held himself up on one elbow beside my head and reached between us with the other hand. He fisted his length and guided it, notching it into place. His Adam’s apple bobbed on a thick swallow just before he pushed inside.

He let out a groan and dropped his forehead into the crook of my neck as a whimper lodged in my throat. The stretch and burn of him filling me so full stole my breath.

“Oh my god,” I cried, my fingers curling, my nails digging into the rounded muscles of his shoulders as he continued to slide deeper and deeper.

He lifted his head to look down at him, his eyes locking with mine. His voice came out rough and craggy as he ordered. “Let me in, baby.”

“I-I’m trying.” I clung to him like a lifeline as the pain inside me quickly morphed to pleasure, but it was still overwhelming. “It’s too much.”

One corner of his mouth hooked upward. “You know it’s not. You’re built for me. Just a few more inches, baby. You can take it.”

I closed my eyes and breathed through my nose, willing my body to loosen to accommodate his massive cock. I felt a new gush of wetness just as my walls gave way. My eyes popped open just before they went soft and dropped to half-mast, a tiny grin playing on my lips as Roan pushed the rest of the way inside me, bottoming out so deep I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began.

His smirk turned into a full-blow smile as he whispered, “There she is.” Before I could ask what he meant, he pulled out almost all the way and slammed back in, ripping a moan from deep in my chest.

His self-control snapped and he began to fuck me like his very life depended on it. The bedframe rattled, the headboard slammed against the wall, but I couldn’t get enough. I wanted more, harder, faster, and I pleaded for exactly that. I raised one arm over my head and braced my palm flat on the headboard while I clung to him with the other and lifted one leg, hooking it over the top of his ass to hold on tight as he drove into me at a near punishing pace.

His gaze stayed rooted to mine the whole time. It was almost as though he was scared that if he looked away, I might disappear.

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