His mouth is everywhere.
My lips. My neck. My breasts.
He sucks my nipples as he drives into me, hard and steady, and each pull of his mouth makes my pussy clench around his cock. He groans when he feels it, then thrusts deeper, one hand under my hip to angle me exactly how he wants.
I’m loud now.
I cannot help it.
His name comes out of me again and again, broken between gasps, and Roman seems to like it too much. Every time I say it, he gives me more. Harder. Slower. Deeper. Until I’m no longer thinking in words, only sensation.
His body over mine. His cock inside me. His mouth on my breast. His hand gripping my thigh. The rough sound of his breathing. The way he watches my face when pleasure begins to overwhelm me again.
“There,” he says, voice low. “That’s it.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
“I’m too sensitive.”
“I know.” He slides a hand between us and touches my clit.
I nearly come off the bed. “Roman!”
He covers my mouth with his, kissing me through it, fingers working me while his cock moves deep and relentless inside me. The orgasm rises brutally, impossible to stop. I cling to him as it hits, my whole body tightening around him, pleasure tearing through me until I’m shaking under his weight.
Roman curses against my mouth.
His rhythm falters.
Then he drives into me hard, once, twice, and comes with a low groan that seems to come from somewhere deep in his chest. I feel him pulse inside me, hot and intimate, his body locked over mine as if he cannot make himself pull away.
For a long time, neither of us moves.
The room is quiet except for our breathing.
His forehead rests against mine. My fingers trace the damp skin between his shoulder blades. I can feel his heartbeat where his chest presses to mine, heavy and fast.
I should say something.
Maybe I should laugh. Maybe I should panic. Maybe I should ask what this means, because surely a woman who has fled her family and slept with a stranger twice in one day should have some kind of plan.
But I don’t want a plan.
Not tonight.
11
ROMAN
Morning beginswith her mouth on my shoulder and her leg over mine.
It should not be enough to wake me.
But I sleep lightly. Always have. A shift in air, a floorboard, a door opening in the wrong rhythm, and I’m awake before the threat knows it’s made a sound.
But this is different.
