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“Never, Sophie. I see my hands on you every single night when I close my eyes, and it kills me. I hurt you, and the fear in your eyes from that night was enough to make me want to kill myself.”
His admission makes me gasp. I grip onto him, my nails sinking into his flesh, making it so he can’t pull away from me.
“It was an accident, Roman,” I murmur against his skin.
“It wasn’t an accident. I took the drugs and lost my shit. I lost control, and it kills me. It literally kills me to know I hurt you. I put my hands on you, and that’s not me.” Anguish coats his words. “I would never hurt you, never, yet I did. I was supposed to protect you, and instead, I turned into the monster you needed protecting from.”
I shake my head, pulling away to look up at him. He peers down at me, holding my cheeks. Tears stain my face. I look into his green depths, seeing a man who’s wounded, broken, afraid, and in need of so much love.
“I love you, Roman. Nothing you ever do will change that. People make mistakes. The important thing is if you learn from them.”
He leans down, his lips ghosting against mine once more. “I learned my lesson. I never want to go without you again. The only drug I need in my life is you.”
Closing the distance between our lips, I press mine against his possessively, relishing in the groan that emits from his throat. I’ve missed his touch, his lips, every single inch of him. Our lips stay connected, and Roman guides us into the bathroom before pulling away for a second to turn on the shower. He adjusts the temperature, and I peel off my clothes, tossing them to the floor. When I look up at him again, there’s hunger pooling in his orbs. The pull he has one me is magnetic, captivating, something I couldn’t escape if I wanted to.
“We don’t have to do anything. We can just shower and go to bed. I’ll hold you in my arms.” He swallows and I can see his Adam’s apple bob. Doesn’t he know how much I want this…want him? How much my body craves and needs his touch?
“I want you Roman. I want you inside me,” I rasp, grabbing the top of his shorts. I push them down over his hips, and they fall the rest of the way over his muscled thighs and to the floor. Saliva builds in my mouth when his hardened cock springs free. The sight of him only fuels my desires, stoking the flames deep in my belly.
“Fuck, I want you too…I want you so bad it almost hurts,” Roman growls softly, pulling me flush to his chest. My pebbled nipples rub against his heated skin and I gasp at the sensation, a zing of pleasure slamming into my core. I’m already drenched, my pussy throbbing, begging for his cock.
Roman moves us into the shower keeping me against his chest, kissing my lips, shoulders, and neck. He sucks on the flesh, while kneading both my breasts as he pushes me against the tile.
“I’ve dreamt of you every night,” He croaks, his lips moving further and further south. My heart flutters inside my chest, beating against my rib cage like a bird trying to break free. Before I know it, he is kneeling in front of me.
Heat blooms in my chest as he parts my folds and kisses my sex. My knees buckled when I feel his tongue gently stroke my clit. It’s a sensual action one meant to draw out pleasure. He’s not feasting, he’s tasting me as if I’m a fine wine.
“Lean against the wall,” he murmurs into my skin. I do as he ask and lean back, enjoying how good the cool tile feels on my heated skin.
“Now hook one leg over my shoulder,” he orders. I do but almost lose balance standing on one leg. He grabs me by the hips to steady me. “Don’t worry I’ve got you.” He looks up and winks at me, melting my heart into a puddle of mush. I situate myself so my legs are hooked over his shoulders and his hands are kneading my ass cheeks keeping me in place.
“I’ve feasted on you, but tonight I will take my time. I will make you quiver, make your beautiful pussy gush. I will love every single inch of you, and then I’ll do it all the fuck over again until you’re nothing more than a withering mess of goop.”
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, stifling the moan as soon as he parts my folds and gives me a slow lick. I’m on fire, burning with need, my mind in a deep fog of longing. My right hand is flat against the tiled shower wall beside me, the other buried in Roman’s thick curls.
