Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
"Kiss me."
He does, leaning up to capture my lips with his. One hand tangles in my hair, holding me to him as he kisses me like he always does...like he can't tear himself away from my mouth. His tongue dances with mine, slipping between my lips before disappearing between his again.
I sink down onto him slowly. He fills me inch by delicious inch until the tip of his cock bumps against my cervix, and we both moan loudly, our sounds mingling in the night air around us. He leans back in the chaise, his lip between his teeth and his arms behind his head as he watches me ride him slowly.
"You look so good taking my cock. God, baby. What are you doing to me?"
His abs contract beneath my palms, the muscles in his arms straining as he fights, trying to keep himself in check. His innate need to take control and dominate me is stamped across his face. So is his desire to take me slow and easy. He still thinks he might hurt me if he lets go.
When will he learn? Since the first time he touched me, he's been exactly what I need every single time. He's not capable of hurting me. He never has been. When his hands are on my body, I'm indestructible. If I'm a warrior, it's because he makes me feel like I can take on the world so long as he's by my side.
"Fuck me, Roman," I plead, lifting myself up and then sinking down onto him again. "Please. I need you."
He growls softly, his abs contracting again.
"Please."
"Fuck." He reaches out, those big hands grasping my hips.
A delirious cry of pleasure leaves my lips when he lifts me up and drops me back down on him once and then again. He's careful of my shoulder, taking care not to jar it. His cock hits my cervix, sending waves of intense pleasure through me. It spirals through my system, turning my blood to lava in my veins. My nails dig into his abs, my muscles clamping down around him.
He takes me hard, lifting me up and down his cock so fast I'm dizzy with pleasure. Every hard thrust causes him to buck his hips, pushing himself in even deeper. When he leans forward and sucks my nipple into his mouth again, I scream his name, coming in a powerful rush.
"Jesus Christ," he swears, holding me down on his cock and rocking against me so he grinds against my clit. "I can feel you coming all over me. I want another one."
The hitch in his breath makes me clamp down on him again.
"That's it, Mila." He bites my nipple before dropping me down on him again. "Scream for me again."
I do, his name leaving my lips so loudly my throat hurts. It shatters the night apart, echoing around us. I buck wildly against him, coming so hard that I can't catch my breath.
"Fuck, fuck," he chants, his hands hard against my hips as he drives up into me. He's wild beneath me, fucking me hard and fast. His breath comes in pants and gasps. He drops me down on his cock and holds me there, coming with a shout. My name echoes around us almost as loudly as his does.
I keep my eyes on him the entire time, moaning loudly at the sight of him coming unraveled below me. With his muscles locked tight, his eyes closed, and that lip between his teeth, he's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
God, he's perfect.
And he's all mine.
"What are you thinking about, baby?" he asks me later that night, kissing me on the shoulder.
We're lying in bed, his back against the headboard and my head on his chest. He has his arms around me with one big hand splayed protectively over my stomach.
He's always touching or kissing my belly. Every chance he gets, his hand is over my stomach as if he's already watching over our baby, keeping her safe. He gives me that little boy smile every single time, like I'm giving him everything he's ever wanted.
"I was just thinking about how Tahani suggested I have a fling when I first got here," I tell him, laughing softly at the memory. "Who could have imagined things would turn out like this when I propositioned you?"
She always told me I deserved someone who would love me unconditionally. Part of me always prayed it would be this man, but I never imagined we'd actually end up here. But my future is clear to me for the first time since I walked away from my dad. Right here with Roman is where I belong.
I've never been more certain of anything in my life.
His arms tighten around me and his lips ghost across my shoulder again. "Are you happy, sweetheart?"
"So happy," I breathe, placing my hand over his on my stomach. "I never knew I could feel this way, Roman."