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“Yes,” she gasped when he circled her clit with his fingers.
“That’s good,” he said. “I’m going to need you wet. Now put your mouth on my shoulder.”
“What?”
“Trust me,” he said.
He waited for the brush of her mouth on his shoulder, then drove into her hard, letting go of the vestiges of his control.
She bit down on his shoulder to muffle the cry of surprise that was torn from her lips as she took his full length all at once.
“Good girl,” he said softly. “See how your sweet little pussy can take every bit of me?”
He dragged himself out of her and plunged back inside.
“Fuck,” she gasped.
She was so tight around him, so good, and he bent her legs farther back to sink even deeper, burying himself inside of her, feeling the wall of her cervix against his head.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said, driving into her again, his rhythm primitive, driven only by the demands of his body to come. “So fucking good.”
She moved with him, her hips thrusting to meet his, working the friction on her clit.
The sight of her underneath him, her tits bouncing as a flush spread over her chest, her beautiful eyes wide with surprise as her orgasm started to wash over her, almost sent him over the edge.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Come for me.”
She bit down on his shoulder again, her cry of release muffled as her pussy clenched around his cock, her body shuddering as she fell over the edge.
He let go of his own restraint, burying his face in her neck as he fell after her, light exploding behind his eyelids as he came, forcing himself through her constricting tunnel, clamping down on him like a velvet vise until his orgasm was over and she was limp beneath him.
He kissed her long and deep, trailed his lips over her throat and chest. Then he rolled under her, pulling her into his arms.
“I think I bit you,” she said, kissing his chest.
“It’s all part of the fun,” he said.
She laughed softly and he felt her breath like a secret against his skin.
29
RUBY
He was gone when she woke up in the morning.
It was early, the sun nothing more than a faint glow on the ceiling. She lay there, trying to place the feeling that was bubbling in her chest. It took her a minute to realize she was happy.
She thought she’d been happy before she met Roman, but in hindsight, it looked more like contentment. She’d been content in her life with Olivia, their routines and rituals, their habits and the small amount of security she’d been able to build since leaving Adam.
This feeling was different. She felt buoyed.
Almost weightless.
For the first time in a long time, the future was stretched out in front of her, full of promise and possibility.
She reached for the pillow where Roman’s head had rested just a couple of hours before and her fingertips brushed against a piece of paper.
She picked it up and squinted at it in the barely there light of the room. It had been torn from a small notepad Ruby kept in the nightstand drawer, the handwriting scrawled across it slanted and elegant.
