“I’m sure Roman…why would you think I wouldn't want you anymore? I missed you so much. And yeah you made some mistakes, but that doesn’t mean I love you any less. It doesn’t change what we have. I still want to be with you.”
His lips are on mine before I can say another word. He tells me more with this kiss than any words ever could, still it feels good when he pulls away to speak.
“I love you too. So much. I will spend the next hundred years proving to you how much I love you. I will never let anything come between us again. I hurt you, and I want you to know I never meant to. I want you to know every time I close my eyes at night, I see what I did. It will never happen again, Sophie. I promise.”
Tears well in my eyes. This is the first time he’s admitted his feelings out loud. “You didn’t have to say you were sorry, Roman. I already knew it. If you were anyone else, I would have second-guessed your apology, but I know what happened was an accident. It wasn’t your intention to hurt me.”
“Never, Sophie. I see my hands on you every single night when I close my eyes, and it kills me. I hurt you, and the fear in your eyes from that night was enough to make me want to kill myself.”
His admission makes me gasp. I grip onto him, my nails sinking into his flesh, making it so he can’t pull away from me.
“It was an accident, Roman,” I murmur against his skin.
“It wasn’t an accident. I took the drugs and lost my shit. I lost control, and it kills me. It literally kills me to know I hurt you. I put my hands on you, and that’s not me.” Anguish coats his words. “I would never hurt you, never, yet I did. I was supposed to protect you, and instead, I turned into the monster you needed protecting from.”
I shake my head, pulling away to look up at him. He peers down at me, holding my cheeks. Tears stain my face. I look into his green depths, seeing a man who’s wounded, broken, afraid, and in need of so much love.
“I love you, Roman. Nothing you ever do will change that. People make mistakes. The important thing is if you learn from them.”
He leans down, his lips ghosting against mine once more. “I learned my lesson. I never want to go without you again. The only drug I need in my life is you.”
Closing the distance between our lips, I press mine against his possessively, relishing in the groan that emits from his throat. I’ve missed his touch, his lips, and every single inch of him. Our lips stay connected, and Roman guides us into the bathroom before pulling away for a second to turn on the shower. He adjusts the temperature, and I peel off my clothes, tossing them to the floor. When I look up at him again, there’s hunger pooling in his orbs. The pull he has on me is magnetic, captivating, something I couldn’t escape if I wanted to.
“We don’t have to do anything. We can just shower and go to bed. I’ll hold you in my arms.” He swallows and I can see his Adam’s apple bob. Doesn’t he know how much I want this...want him? How much my body craves and needs his touch?
“I want you Roman. I want you inside me,” I rasp, grabbing the top of his shorts. I push them down over his hips, and they fall the rest of the way over his muscled thighs and to the floor. Saliva builds in my mouth when his hardened cock springs free. The sight of him only fuels my desires, stoking the flames deep in my belly.
“Fuck, I want you too...I want you so bad it almost hurts,” Roman growls softly, pulling me flush to his chest. My pebbled nipples rub against his heated skin and I gasp at the sensation, a zing of pleasure slamming into my core. I’m already drenched, my pussy throbbing, begging for his cock.
Roman moves us into the shower keeping me against his chest, kissing my lips, shoulders, and neck. He sucks on the flesh, while kneading both my breasts as he pushes me against the tile.
“I’ve dreamt of you every night,” He croaks, his lips moving further and further south. My heart flutters inside my chest, beating against my rib cage like a bird trying to break free. Before I know it, he is kneeling in front of me.
Heat blooms in my chest as he parts my folds and kisses my sex. My knees buckle when I feel his tongue gently stroke my clit. It’s a sensual action one meant to draw out pleasure. He’s not feasting, he’s tasting me as if I’m a fine wine.
“Lean against the wall,” he murmurs into my skin. I do as he asks and lean back, enjoying how good the cool tile feels on my heated skin.
“Now hook one leg over my shoulder,” he orders. I do but almost lose balance standing on one leg. He grabs me by the hips to steady me. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He looks up and winks at me, melting my heart into a puddle of mush. I situate myself so my legs are hooked over his shoulders and his hands are kneading my ass cheeks keeping me in place.
“I’ve feasted on you, but tonight I will take my time. I will make you quiver, make your beautiful pussy gush. I will love every single inch of you, and then I’ll do it all the fuck over again until you’re nothing more than a withering mess of goop.”
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, stifling the moan as soon as he parts my folds and gives me a slow lick. I'm on fire, burning with need, my mind in a deep fog of longing. My right hand is flat against the tiled shower wall beside me, the other buried in Roman’s thick curls.
His tongue strokes my already swollen clit, and his hands travel up and down my leg, caressing my skin.
His lips close around my small bud, and he sucks. He nuzzles, teases, strokes, and fondles me with such a tender touch that tears glisten in my eyes. The way he’s touching me right now can only be described with one word...love. I can feel it in every touch, every kiss and every glimpse into his eyes. I’ve known that I was in love with Roman for a while, maybe part of me knew from the first time I had seen him. And I even knew that he had fallen in love with me somewhere along the way. Maybe he didn’t admit it out loud, or even to himself, but that knowledge had never been so clear to me.
The way his body is touching mine is more than physical...it’s a declaration. In this moment we are so deeply connected that I realize what Roman is to me. He is so much more than a boyfriend, more than a lover, protector and savior...he is my soulmate. I feel it in my bones, in every breath I take. He is the air in my lungs, the beat of my heart.
With every soft, and gentle lick I’m pushed closer and closer toward the edge. My muscles tense, my thighs shake, and my pussy quivers, literally quivers. The orgasm works through me slowly, tingling down my spine and deep into my bones. I can hear my pulse in my ears, the swooshing of blood as it passes through my body.
“Roman…” I pant, my breaths harsh. He growls into my center and my hold on his hair tightens. “Oh god...Oh god…”
My release gushes deep from within my body and Roman sucks up every drop, his tongue probing my entrance, dipping in and out with shallow thrust. Two fingers replace his tongue and he starts scissoring them deep inside me, stretching me to accommodate his cock. I can feel the distinct tingling in my belly. My heart flutters inside my chest, and by the time he pulls his fingers out of my quivering pussy, I’m seconds away from coming again.
“Fuck, Sophie...I missed this...missed the way you taste, the way your body melts in my hands.” Roman croaks as he unhooks my leg from his shoulder, placing it back down on the tile floor. Goosebumps blanket my skin when his heated gaze meets my own. I can tell how badly he wants me with just one look. My eyes slip down his chiseled abs, and to the deep V, before slipping all way down to his cock. It’s heavy, standing at attention, the head angry and red.