Page 93 of Prelude To You

“You’re so fucking tight,” he murmured, as he wedged my thighs farther apart. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t care, Roman” I whispered. “A little hurt might even make the good part feel better. All I want is you inside me, please.”

Roman drew in a sharp breath, his cock twitching against my thighs. “Me too, Isabel, me too.”

He braced his forearms next to my head, one hand weaved into my hair. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips before his mouth found mine. There was nothing gentle about this kiss, nothing careful, only a possessive invasion of my mouth, stealing my air and dulling my moans.

I could taste myself on his tongue, and despite the earth-shattering orgasms I just had the need once again gestated inside me, ready and willing to bloom again. I would have been ashamed of my insatiable appetite for Roman if it wasn’t that I merely surrendered to his appetite that matched, if not surpassed my own.

My hand slid down between us, eager to feel him, and as my fingers grazed the silky skin of his cock, I had to force myself to breathe. My legs shamelessly opened even wider, greedily inviting whatever happened next.

Roman swept his erection through my drenched sex, his lips brushing my ear. “You have no idea how much I want you. No fucking idea.”

Every nerve ending in me buzzed with anticipation. “If it’s anything close to how much I want you, I might have an inkling.”

He pushed himself closer and eased the thick crest of his crown into my slippery heat. I felt myself stretch impossibly wide around the tip of his cock, a war between pain and pleasure erupting inside, and I realized I might have overestimated my ability to take all of Roman inside me.

But then an unfamiliar hunger burned through me, one where a little hurt paired way too nicely with the healthy serving of lust coursing through my veins.

A hiss escaped Roman’s lips and he closed his eyes as if savoring the crown of his cock breaching me. He waited a fraction, swathing me with a look of endless affection and wonder, his voice ragged. “You okay?”

I sucked in a trembling breath. “I’m not glass. I’m tougher than I look.”

Roman smiled, despite the limit of his willpower reaching its breaking point. “Says littleMissI-can’t-believe-I-just-did-this.”

“You’re baiting me to tell you to shut up, aren’t you?” I said before wrapping my legs around his hips, digging my fingers into his back and arching closer to get more of him inside me. But Roman was an unmoving rock.

He dipped his mouth to mine, his teeth nipping my lower lip. “No, all I want is for you to ache for me as much as I ache for you.”

“I do, Roman, God only knows how much.” My words barely made it to the surface as he pushed in another inch, stretching me even wider. I bit back a soft, eager sigh.

And then he kissed me, consumed me more like it as he slowly, gradually pushed himself deeper and deeper inside, inch by excruciating inch. Invading me, filling me up until the base of his cock pressed down on the most sensitive part of my sex.

Roman shuddered a deep moan. “Fuck, Isabel… You feel incredible… This…is everything.”

Inside me there was pulsing and pain and pleasure, my blood was burning and I was struggling for air.

“Breathe, my sweet,” Roman whispered into my mouth. “Breathe… Are you okay?” He lifted his head, eyes pinned to mine, looking for the nod I barely managed to give.

He slid his arms around my back, cradling me to erase the brunt of the impact, and for a while neither one of us moved. Roman’s whole body was on fire, a low hum simmering below his skin, a volcano threatening to erupt.

And then all that pulsing pain and pleasure coiled into this swirling cyclone of heat below my belly, my body craving more. A whimper fled my throat as I writhed beneath Roman and my lips brushed his cheek. “I would like you to fuck me now, please.”

His mouth dropped to mine and this time the kiss was deep, languid, and then he glided out of me, leaving me empty, yearning for him to fill me up again.

And he did.

He drove himself back into me over and over, deep and slow. And with the luscious grinding of his cock inside me, the world gave out beneath us and the air fled my lungs.

The only things that mattered were the warm whispers of our breaths, the rhythm of his heartbeat against mine, and the endless fascination in his eyes as he imprisoned my gaze and filled me to the brim again and again.

Ice and heat took turns slicing through my blood, an orgasm clawing itself out from the deepest part of me. Pain had become a fading shadow in this whirlpool of lust.

A desperate moan escaped me, my hips bucking against Roman. My nails raked over his back and down to his ass, something wild in me urging him to abandon all caution and take me to the edge with him, where a freefall into euphoria awaited us both.

Roman answered my silent plea with a low growl, a feral need in his eyes that echoed my own. And when his throbbing cock took possession of me once more it dragged a feverish whimper from my throat.

We became a tangle of limbs fusing into this frantic rhythm of him fucking me mercilessly and me begging for more. We were entrenched in something primal and untamed, where there were no complications, no world outside this room and nothing else existed except this tidal wave of intoxicating sensations coiling inside us both.

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