“Roman, I can’t?—”
“Yes you can.” I slide two fingers back inside her while my mouth works, and the combination makes her moan. “You’re going to come again, Marnie. Going to fall apart on my tongue while I hold you down.”
I can feel her fighting it, her body oversensitive but responding anyway. That’s what I want—her so overwhelmed she can’t think, can’t worry, can only feel.
“Please,” she begs.
“Please what?” I pull back just enough to speak. “Please stop? Please don’t stop?”
“Don’t stop.” Her hands find my hair, holding me there. “God, don’t stop.”
“Never.” I redouble my efforts, tongue and fingers working in rhythm, and I can feel her building again.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her. “Feel how good this is? This is what I want. You, falling apart. You, saying my name.”
“Roman, I’m?—”
The second orgasm rolls through her slower but deeper, until she’s trembling and boneless.
She looks completely wrecked and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“That’s two,” I say, kissing my way up her body.
She can’t even form words. Just lies there trying to breathe while I settle between her legs again.
I’m hard and aching against her thigh.
“You okay?” I ask, even though I can see she’s more than okay.
“I’m not going to survive a third one.”
“Yes you will.” I cup her face, brush my thumb across her cheek. “Because I’m going to make it so good you won’t care about anything else.”
I reach for the nightstand, fumble for a condom, roll it on with my good hand.
All I can do is stare down at her.
“I love you,” I say quietly. “In case you forgot in the last five minutes.”
“I didn’t forget.” Her hands frame my face, careful of the cut above my eye. “I love you too.”
“Good.” I line myself up, and that first press of entering her makes us both groan. “Because I’m about to ruin you for anyone else.”
“Already done,” she gasps as I push deeper. “Already ruined.”
I move slowly at first, letting her adjust, but every muscle in my body is screaming to take more.
“Don’t be careful with me.” Her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me deeper. “I need you. All of you.”
Fuck.
“You sure?”
“I’m sure. Show me. Prove you’re okay.”
That’s all I need to hear.
I set a rhythm that’s deep and demanding, each thrust deliberate. My good arm braces beside her head while my injured shoulder protests but I don’t give a shit.
