Page 327 of Romeo

I switched to her other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention, my tongue circling before I sucked it into my mouth. Her skin tasted like the vanilla bodywash she used, sweet and clean, and underneath that was just... her. That taste that was uniquely Fiona, the one that made me lose my fucking mind.

“Jasper...” Her voice was breathy, needy.

I released her nipple with a wet pop and looked up at her. Those silver eyes were dark with lust, her lips parted, cheeks flushed. Fucking beautiful. She was so goddamn beautiful it hurt to look at her sometimes.

“Say it again,” I growled, my hands sliding up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. “Say my name again.”

“Jasper.” It came out as a whimper this time.

Good. I wanted her whimpering. Wanted her begging. Wanted her so far gone she couldn’t remember her own name, only mine.

I stood abruptly, my hands going to her waist, lifting her. She wrapped her legs around me instinctively, and I turned, pressing her back against the wall. Hard. The thud of her body hitting the surface made her gasp, and I swallowed the sound with my mouth, kissing her like I was trying to consume her.

Because I was. I wanted to devour every part of her, wanted to crawl inside her skin and live there. Wanted to mark her so thoroughly that everyone who looked at her would know she belonged to me.

My tongue invaded her mouth, claiming, dominating. She met me stroke for stroke, her nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt. The bite of pain only made me harder, making me press my hips against her, grinding my denim-clad cock against her bare pussy.

She was wet. I could feel the heat of her even through my jeans. Fuck. She was soaked for me.

I broke the kiss, both of us panting. “You feel that, baby? Feel how hard you make me? How fuckin’ crazy you drive me?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“I’ve been sittin’ out here losin’ my goddamn mind, thinkin’ about you in that shower. Thinkin’ about your hands on your body, wishin’ they were mine.” I rolled my hips again, making her moan. “Thinkin’ about bendin’ you over and fuckin’ you until you can’t walk straight.”

“Then do it,” she challenged, her eyes flashing. “Stop talking about it and do it.”

Christ. This woman was going to kill me.

I carried her to the bed, dropping her on the mattress. She bounced once, her tits jiggling, and I had to take a moment just to look at her. Sprawled out on my bed, naked, wet hair spread across the pillow, legs slightly parted, giving me a glimpse of her pink pussy.

She was finally mine.

All fucking mine.

I yanked my shirt over my head, tossing it aside, then went for my belt. Her eyes tracked every movement, darkening as I unbuckled, unzipped, then shoved my jeans and boxers down in one motion. My cock sprang free, hard and leaking, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

“Like what you see?” I asked, wrapping my hand around my shaft, stroking slowly.

“I do.” Her voice was husky, her gaze fixed on my hand moving up and down my length.

I climbed onto the bed, prowling over her like a predator. Because that was what I was. A predator who’d found his prey and had no intention of letting her escape.

I’d waited for this fucking moment for nearly a year.

I settled between her thighs, spreading them wider, opening her up for me. Her pussy was glistening, swollen and ready. I ran one finger through her folds, gathering her wetness, and she shuddered.

“So fuckin’ wet for me,” I murmured, bringing my finger to my mouth and sucking it clean. The taste of her exploded on my tongue, sweet and musky and addictive. “Taste so good, baby.”

“Jasper, please...”

“Please what?” I asked, sliding two fingers inside her, feeling her clench around me. So tight. So perfect. “Tell me what you want.”

“You. I want you.”

“You got me, baby. You’ve had me since the moment I laid eyes on you.” I pumped my fingers slowly, watching her face contort with pleasure. “Tell me you want this, Ma Belle. Tell me you want me inside you.”

She hesitated for just a second, her cheeks flushing deeper, but her hips pushed down against my hand. “I want you,” she breathed. “I want you inside me.”