Page 34 of The Promise

Who was that girl?

It didn’t sound at all like her.

Yet, it was.

That was the best part.

“I’ll never stop,” Roman murmured in reply.

The words wrapping around her like a dark promise she hoped he kept. It was like the floor had disappeared under her feet, even the walls around her drifted away, while he took her over the edge. He didn’t slow, the only softness he showed was the sweet kisses he dotted along the back of her neck and shaking shoulders until Karine came. It was the wet sounds his fingers made between her thighs that truly pulled her under—it was almost embarrassing how wet she was, and yet the sound still made her fly when he uttered, “Fuck, do you feel how much you’re loving this, so wet, Karine.”

Roman held her up through the orgasm—the floor hadn’t actually disappeared. She just couldn’t remain up, knees buckling as the pleasure raced out of her mouth in a high, aching cry of his name.

For a moment, she forgot everything. Where they were, every monster that had reared its ugly head in her life and nightmares—everything was gone. That was bliss for Karine. Nothing could be more perfect.

Except, apparently, the man who gave it to her.

Karine fought to catch her breath as the feeling came back to the soles of her feet, and on wobbly legs, she became a little steadier while her palms flattened to the door. Roman pulled his fingers out of tender pussy, leaving her clit throbbing, and her inner walls still shuddering.

This time, it was Karine who spun around to face him. She wrapped an arm around his head, pulling his forehead close enough to touch hers. The tips of their noses grazed—and like that, she ensured that he had nowhere to look and nothing to see, but her.

Karine had decided she liked that—him and her—his eyes on only her.

“I told you not to stop,” she said, her throat tight and voice husky. Could he hear what he had done to her—could he see it in her eyes?

She wanted him to.

Roman flashed a smirk that made her breath catch. “That’s what I want to hear.”

Between them, her hands stroked him overtop his boxer-briefs before slipping under the fabric to find him heavy and thick in her palm. She loved the control she found when she tightened her hand around his base, and felt him jerk against her from the pressure. He watched her while she tugged along his length, finding the right pressure and speed to make him moan for her.

“Would you suck me clean,” he asked, his words rough through chopping breaths, “after I’ve fucked you, Karine? Would you?”

Didn’t he know?

“I’ll do anything for you.”

And she’d like it, too.

The semblance of control he’d maintained seemed to be lost when she stared him in the eyes and said those words without even hesitating. In another dizzy second, she found herself turned back to the door again, and her shorts ripped down her legs. He was an overwhelming presence behind her, the thick head of his cock sweeping through the wet lips of her pussy.

And then he was pushing in.

No warning.

That first thrust came harder than she expected it to, sending her up on her tiptoes from the force. He was right there to hold her in place for his next one though, and every beat of his hips that came after was faster and rougher than the last.

Roman took her hard, and Karine didn’t want anything different. Throwing her head back, pressing her eyes closed as he started to pound deeper, the slap of his hips to her ass only adding to the moans spiraling from her.

His palm found her throat.

Karine was lost again.

To him.

To everything.

He didn’t stop fucking her until he’d spilled every last drop of his cum inside her, and even then, his last thrusts came long and deep, only serving to smear their mingled fluids on the insides of her thighs. She’d still suck him clean.