Page 65 of The Promise

“Make sure you do it again.”

Roman liked it best when she surprised him—coming out of left field with a reply he wasn’t ever ready for. Now wasn’t the exception to the rule, and before she knew what happened, he’d thrown her over his shoulder and was carrying her to his bed. She clung to him, wrapping her limbs around him, so she could feel the strength of his every sinew.

Those wide shoulders; his steel pecs. How the bands of muscles in his back flexed under her fingertips dancing down his spine.

His hand cracked against her ass, earning him a high pitch squeal that melted in a moan when he squeezed the same spot to massage away the sting. His murmured, dark promises into her skin where he kissed as he walked, tickling and teasing her all at the same time.

She was still trying to figure out how or why this man would want her. What had she done to deserve him?

Roman sat down on the edge, sliding her down his body until she had settled in his lap. She threw herself into him, into his fierce kiss, and his wandering hands. Her hair fell like a curtain around his face while he molded her to himself. His cock was already thick, and underneath her, the length straining against the fabric of his slacks. Unashamed, she grinded her hips into him, not at all caring that her own wetness might leave a mark behind on his pants.

Good.

Something to remember her by.

“God, Karine,” he uttered, her name a prayer on his lips.

She lifted from his lap under his urging, but only for him to undo his pants and shift them down enough to free his erection from the confines of his boxer-briefs. He stole another quick kiss, pulling her down—closer and closer, straight on to him. His cock dove deep into her with one quick stroke.

She was already wet.

Already hungry.

That desire pooling in her belly was aided by the orgasm she’d already had, and Karine couldn’t get enough. The feeling of his thickness stretching her full, burying deep ... those clenching, inner muscles of her pussy shuddered with racing bliss.

She couldn’t contain it.

Karine cried out with pleasure. He could make her come just like that. Her clit was on fire, throbbing to be touched, and she reached down to do just that while her other hand steadied on his shoulder. She felt exactly how slick and hot she was for him, every brush of her fingertips making her hips jerk into his cock.

If he would let go of her then, she knew she would’ve fallen. She held on to him, his shoulder, but it felt like air. Complete surrender was possible. She found it when he was inside of her.

“Ride me,” he demanded, all husky and hoarse. “Come on, Karine. Take it.”

She did, rocking in his lap, her fingers working wild circles into her clit while his mouth lavished attention to her body. Across her chest, over her breasts—his tongue lapping at her peaking nipples before he dragged them between his teeth. The pleasure was sharp, but beautiful. The deeper she took him, the faster she worked her body against his, climbing higher again, the more he urged her on.

Just like that. And, fuck, you’re so beautiful. Fuck me, Karine, fuck me how you want, baby. Take it the way you need.

The soft kisses he dotted along her collarbones was a complete contrast to how hard his fingers dug into her sides. She fucked him harder, and he touched her slower. Karine dragged her nails against the back of his neck with desperation, almost there but not quite.

And yet, no matter how hard she fought to get to her orgasm, she couldn’t help but watch him, too. That struggle to keep himself in control while she rode him to bliss. How his lower lip quivered when he let out pants of air that mingled with her own heavy breaths.

They shouldn’t fuck like this, and she knew it. Raw, every single time. That choice was going to catch up to them eventually, but dammit if she cared now ... because she didn’t. She liked the way he felt inside her when he was bare. How that thick vein on the underside of his length pulsed when she clenched around him; how they mixed after they came. She even liked his stickiness between her thighs, and cleaning it away later, touching herself under hot bath water and remembering while she did it.

Roman grunted a low fuck under his breath, and she knew that sound. He was struggling, just like she was, to keep it together because nothing felt like this. Nothing was better than them together this way.

She couldn’t quite remember how she found herself on her knees all of the sudden ass pulled high on the edge of the bed, but it didn’t really matter. In the next moment, Roman was pounding deep into her from behind and Karine was already flying.

Screaming her orgasm into sheets she balled against her face. He fucked her hard like that, enough to ache, so deep she’d feel him for days.

And then he came with hot spurts to her backside, and along her lower back while she watched him over her shoulder through half-closed lashes while he jerked himself to a finish.

White, thick, and warm.

Marking her, in a way, as his thumb smeared the cum against her skin where her back melted into the roundness of her ass.

“I’m never going to forget the way you look when you’re like this,” he said, still breathless and touching himself on her.

He couldn’t know it.