Her admission cracks we wide open. Fucking Christ, she’s so beautiful, and pure, and perfect, and I really don’t fucking deserve her, but something’s changed between us. After tonight, after killing for her, after experiencing what it would feel like to have her taken from me, we can’t go back to whatever we were before. I want her too badly, and it’s obvious she wants me, or she wouldn’t be standing here almost naked.
I focus on my breathing, inhaling and exhaling, trying to cool my heated blood. It takes me another moment before I allow myself to touch her.
I need to make certain I can be gentle with her. She deserves gentle, slow, kind.
I raise my trembling hands and cradle her face just as she’s cradling mine. Her cheeks are warm, so incredibly soft against my palm.
My control vibrates as she pushes up onto her tiptoes and kisses my lips. Her lips are soft at first, as if she’s trying to gage my reaction. The kiss so gentle, it almost tickles.
I want her so badly, it hurts. How the hell I’m going to do this without hurting her, without ruining the moment?
“We need to go slow…” My chest rises and falls with each word.
“I don’t want slow,” she mumbles before pressing her lips hard against mine. Her kiss knocks the wind out of me, and when her tongue runs over my bottom lip, begging for entrance, I nearly die. I groan just from the feeling of her hot tongue against my lips.
I part my lips for her and grant her entry, my tongue stroking hers, tangling with hers. She moans into my mouth, the low sound ripping through me.
Slow. Gentle. Kind.
I repeat inside my head as I drop my hands and trail them down over her body, first her shoulders, then her arms. She’s so warm in my arms, I feel like I’m burning alive. I lick my lips, my gaze dropping to her dusky pink nipples. Goosebumps erupt across her skin at my touch.
“Are you sure…?” If she asked me to stop now, I could. It would kill me, but I would do it. Once we start. I don’t know if I would be able to. “Are you sure this is what you want? Once I start, I won’t be able to stop. It’s going to hurt, and you might hate me afterwards.”
“I could never hate you, Roman,” she whispers against my lips. She’s so trusting, so sweet, it hurts, but if this is what she wants, who am I to deny her? If she hates me tomorrow, so be it. Right now, she’s asking me to take her, begging even, and I’m merely a man.
A man falling for a woman I have no business falling for.
“Don’t be so sure. You have no idea what’s going to happen tonight.” And neither do I. If I lose myself inside her, this could turn bad real fast. Sex usually curbs the craving for violence, the craving for blood and pain, but Sophie’s different—she’s a drug herself. She shivers, and I lean forward, placing a kiss against her racing pulse. I’m rewarded with a little moan and feel my control hanging on by a mere thread…one that Sophie keeps yanking on.
My hands roam down her bare skin until I’m cupping her firm ass in my hands. Dipping my thumbs into the flimsy waistband of her panties, I drag them down her ass far enough for them to fall down her legs. Completely naked, and at my mercy, I grab onto her ass cheeks once more, kneading the tender flesh before sliding my hands to her upper thighs. With a gentleness I’m not even aware of having, I grab and haul her up my body.
She spreads her legs and wraps them around my waist. Her hot, bare pussy rubs against my lower stomach, and I can feel the moisture of her arousal on my skin.
Knowing she’s already wet and ready for me has my dick so hard, I’m not sure it will ever go down again. I step up to the king size bed and lay her on the mattress. Her dark brown hair flows around her like a messy halo. With her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, she pulls me down on top of her.
Our lips meet again, this time with a deeper intensity. There’s a biting, searing force between us as our teeth collide. It’s beyond different in comparison to all the other times we’ve kissed. Her arms and legs are still wrapped around my body as if she’s afraid I’ll pull away and walk out the door at any second. Don’t worry, baby. I couldn’t leave now, not even if I tried. I’m too far gone.
My body blankets hers, and with her clinging onto me like she is, I have a hard time keeping my body weight off her. I don’t want to hurt her or squish her, so I need to assure her that I’m staying. I pull away from her face just an inch.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I assure her. Our scents mingle together. Arousal coats the air, making it hard for me to swallow, hard for me to do anything but give into the need pulsing in my veins.
She gives me a shy smile and loosens her grip. I damn near sigh when I start to move on top of her, feeling all her softness mold into my hard. I leave a trail of open mouth kisses along her jaw, down her neck, over collarbone, grinding my rock-hard cock into her drenched pussy. She’s beyond ready for me. I can feel her arousal against her thighs dampening my jeans.
By the sounds of it, I could make her come just like this—my rough denim jeans between our bodies—but I don’t want that. I want to feel her come—on my hand, in my mouth, on my cock. I want to taste her sweetness as it coats my chin.
I continue peppering kisses all over her body, alternating between biting and sucking the soft flesh.
“Ahhh…” Sophie whimpers when I finally reach her perky breasts. I smirk against her flesh, before taking one of her hardened nipples into my mouth. Her whimpers grow louder, and her fingers tangle in my hair as she holds my lips against her breast.
“Roman...Oh god…” I damn near come at the fucking moans ripping from her throat. I release her tit with a loud pop and roll her nipples between two fingers before releasing them and moving lower. Her body withers against mine, and she’s restless, greedy for a release.
Squirming like a fish out of water, she pushes her tits into my face. I graze my teeth along the tender flesh making her body shake. I leave tiny red bite marks against her chest, and make my way south, kissing over each of her ribs, her belly, along her hip bone until I finally arrive at the heavenly valley between her legs.
“You’re so fucking greedy. I can feel how wet you are. How much you want my cock, my fingers, my mouth.”
“Please…” She peers up at me, pleasure washing over her heated cheeks. Hair sticks to her sweaty forehead but she has no idea how much I’m going to make her sweat. This is only the beginning. The sweet scent of her arousal overwhelms my senses and all I want to do is ravish her in every way possible. I want her so fucking bad it hurts. I want her body, I want her soul, I want her pleasure and her pain. I want every single fucking thing she’ll give me and then I still want more. I want everything she refuses to give me, and I want to take.
I want to break her, and piece her back together again just as I see fit. I want to make her feel my pain and my pleasure. I want to let her in, even if it’s only for tonight.
With a primal growl, and no patience I bury my face between her trembling thighs. I drag my tongue across her already swollen clit and chuckle as she bucks underneath me.
“Too late now. You’re going to take my tongue inside your virgin pussy, and you’re going to enjoy it.” I hook my arms underneath her legs, grabbing the outsides of her thighs. I hold her in place so she can’t squirm away from me, and she tries, fuck does she, but the fight in her is nothing compared to the carnal need inside of me.