Roman peppers kisses up my body, keeping his eyes on mine the entire time. Each kiss grips onto my heart, sinking its claws deeper and deeper into the fragile muscle. When he finally reaches my face, my body is shaking and tears are slipping down my cheeks. My emotions are out of control. Roman doesn’t say a word, though. It’s as if he knows my tears are out of love and nothing else.
Lifting me by the hips tenderly I wrap my legs around his waist and then bring my arms around his neck pulling him as close as I can. I feel his cock probing my entrance and I want him inside me so badly it hurts.
“Take me Roman. Take me and show me how much you love me.” My voice is hoarse, but my words are clear. I want him to love me with his body. He leans into my face, water dripping from his hair and onto my face.
“I love you...I love you like I’ve never loved anyone before,” he whispers, his lips brushing against mine as the head of his cock slips inside my tight hole, stretching me in such a delicious way. Roman’s eyes close for a moment, while my pussy tightens around just the head of his cock. The corded muscles of his shoulders and biceps strain as he eases inside me, so slowly it’s almost maddening. I watch as his nostrils flare and he uses nothing but complete strength and patience to enter me.
My nails sink into his flesh when he finally reaches the end of my channel. His eyes open once more, fire blazing deep inside those green depths.
There are no words to be said, there are only actions to be done, and Roman does them, pivoting his hips upward with slow precise strokes. Each thrust hits that sweet spot at the back of my pussy and soon my mouth is opening, pleasure building deep within my bones.
Roman’s head falls forward, his forehead resting against mine, his eyes holding mine while he owns every single fiber of my body.
He worships my body as if it’s our first and last time together. Our breaths mingle together, as we both pant, the pressure builds, and continues to build until just like a pot full of boiling water, it boils over. My entire body shakes, my pussy squeezing his shaft as my orgasm crests. I reach the peak, and my lids close, euphoric pleasure wraps around me like a warm blanket.
“Heaven...that’s what you are Sophie, that’s what being with you feels like….like the sinner in me has been granted access into heaven,” Roman groans into my ear, and then I feel his cock thickening deep inside me, a second later his sticky seed coats my womb.
My heart beats furiously inside my chest, my limbs feel like jelly, and I wonder if it can get much better than this. Roman clutches onto me, as if I’m going to run away or something, but I can’t deny how good it feels to know he’s afraid of losing me as much as I am of losing him.
I unwrap my legs from around his waist and he eases me back down to the floor. We stand holding each other for a long moment, letting the pleasure seep into our pores. I can feel his release dripping down my thighs, and onto the tile below, and oh how I have missed this feeling.
“I’m so tired,” I yawn, directly into Roman’s face, earning a smile from him.
“Let me wash us and then we can go to bed.” I nod in agreement letting him scrub me from head to toe. He massages my scalp with his soap, and while I’m rinsing, he washes himself. After watching Roman fight, and being afraid that I couldn’t possibly make him see me I’m exhausted. It’s strange how being afraid can make you tired.
Roman rinses, and then shuts the water off, stepping out of the shower to retrieve two towels. Droplets of water cling to his unruly mop of brown hair and his eyes are an amazing green that reminds me of the color of tree leaves.
He returns a moment later and dries me off from head to toe, giving me a dazzling smile. His face is still bruised, and the stitches will definitely scar but he’s never looked more handsome than he does right now.
“I’m serious Sophie. If you don’t want to be with me after everything that happened I understand.” He still doesn’t understand and that’s okay...I’ve got all the time in the world.
“I want you, Roman. I’m not going anywhere even if you beg me too.”
Roman gives me a soft smile, and I know it will take some time for him to see that I’m not going anywhere. He dries my hair, wrapping it up in a towel, before drying himself off. God this man is perfection and I cannot believe that he loves me. I think back to the very first day I met him, and how he made me feel so secure and loved. I think a part of him loved me then.
I follow him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He walks over to the dresser pulling out a t-shirt for myself and a pair of shorts for him.
He helps me into the t-shirt, and slides on his shorts, my eyes seeming mesmerized by his body as they roam over every inch of flesh, including his still hard cock.
“You want me to fuck you again?” Roman asks nonchalantly, and I swallow, my sex becoming slick at the words.
“I do, but I also want you to hold me in your arms.” My response causes Roman’s gaze to soften and he walks over to the bed pulling back the covers.
“More sex tomorrow, cuddles for the rest of tonight? How does that sound?” I smile, taking my hair out of the towel and drying the wet strands once more. I toss the towel into the hamper and crawl up onto the bed. Once I’m under the covers, Roman turns out the light and slides in beside me, pulling me flush against his chest. He wraps his arms around me and I place a hand over his chest feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath my hand.
“I can’t believe there was ever a time when I lived without you,” Roman whispers into my hair, holding me tightly against his warm skin.
“I know. Neither can I. I wish I knew you years ago.” And that’s the truth. I can’t imagine how better my life would’ve been had I known Roman all along. He would have never let my family treat me the way they did. He would have protected me from everything I couldn’t protect myself from.
“We can’t go back in time, we can only go forward, and we have each other now, forever and always. That’s all that matters. Right now baby…right now…” Letting my eyes drift closed I let his words blanket over me.
Forever and always.
Roman and I have each other now. I try to let that sink in, I want that to be my only thought when falling asleep, but I can’t shake this horrible feeling that our happily ever after is still out of reach.
The thoughts escape me as sleep overcomes my exhausted body. The last thing I remember hearing is Roman whispering in my ear. “I love you.”
35
Roman
Waking up with Sophie in my arms is nothing short of a dream. I half expected what happened yesterday to be nothing but a sick, twisted joke my mind had played on me. Then I wake up to find that she is still burrowed into chest and I know it wasn’t any of those things. Sophie is back, and she wants me, she claimed me just as I had claimed her even after I lost my damn mind and hurt her. She still wants me, and I don’t deserve her, god knows I don’t, but I can’t give her up either. I’m too selfish, too in love with her to let her go.
The sound of my phone ringing on my nightstand pulls me from my thoughts, I groan in displeasure as I roll away from Sophie to grab the god-forsaken thing. Ivan’s name flashes across the screen and I hit the green answer key, wondering what the hell he could possibly want.