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A violent need to be as close to him as humanly possible.
I pull him into me, kissing him again, but this time, there’s nothing tentative about his response.
A moan escapes my lips, drowned inside his mouth, but he hears it. I know he hears it because he stills suddenly.
He freezes for a moment that’s as long as eternity but I’m hot, I’m on fire, I can’t be stopped. I bite at his bottom lip and Rome kisses me back. His hands go around my waist and pull me in, his hardness grinding against my hip. His mouth works against mine, fighting me, devouring me, and I could explode. Panting desire batters all the rest of my self-control. I go for Rome’s shirt like a crazed woman, which I am. He helps me get it over his head, and he returns the favor with my dress, grasping the hem and tearing it off me so I’m left in my plain black bra and panties. We tear off each other’s underwear and my breath catches in my throat at the sight of him naked in front of me, his cock swollen and standing to attention, ready for me. He looks so fucking good.
Rome looks down at my nakedness and growls a wordless noise in the back of his throat that’s pure need.
Then his hands are on me again, confident and sure. He pinches my nipples, dips a hand between my legs, strokes. I’m so wet. I’m so ready. He’s not careful with me. He doesn’t act like I’m made of glass. He takes me like he was always meant to. Bending me. Exploring me. Thrusting into me with one finger, then two.
I’m so wet.
I’m so ready.
It suddenly strikes me that we’ve never done this before. Yes, he was my first love, my first kiss. Yes, we’ve endured every horrible, tortured thing together. But the one thing we have never, ever done is actuallyfuckeach other.
That realization thrills and terrifies me.
I don’t even notice the way he’s backed me toward the bed until the backs of my knees hit the end of it. My hands fly out behind me, bracing my fall as I land in soft sheets. I can’t keep up with Rome and I don’t want to. He’s taken me and pushed me down onto the bed, using his hands to spread my knees wide. His scarred hand circles my throat gently as he looms above me. Pinning me in place.
“I need you,” he growls into my ear. “I’ve needed you for ten fucking years, Avery.”
Rome thrusts inside me and I yell out. I’m loud, too loud for a fucking hotel room with paper-thin walls. Amusement lights up his eyes as he covers my mouth with his free hand.
Oh, god, oh, fuck. I’m so tender and new. It’s like I’ve gone back in time. It’s almost like I’m a virgin again. He stretches me, but it’s not a violation. It’s perfect. It’s the only thing I want. I have to inch my thighs apart to make room for him because he’s an animal, gone. Rome’s teeth come down on my shoulder, my neck, glancing bites that I can tell won’t leave marks later.
He’s the only person I’ve ever wanted.
I hold on to the sheets I’m fisting for dear life while Rome uses me. Pleasure gathers and multiplies where his cock hammers into me again and again. I’m so wet and the sensation of being held here by him brings me back into my own skin. Each thrust is a reminder and a prayer.I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive.
I come fast and Rome pins a hand to my left hip, forcing me to buck and cry out against him. His hips piston against mine but I can’t move, I have to take all of him, and I love it. I love it. I need it. I’m coming again. Oh,fuck, I’m coming again.
Rome yanks himself out of me while I’m still writhing and then he’s coming too, big hot spurts on my stomach. His face contorts with pleasure and then he bends down, breathing hard, and kisses me again. Softer, now.
I caress his face and bring him down to the bed next to me. It’s a hell of a drug, lying down with the man you love in a bed with clean sheets. Rome’s heart pounds so intensely that his pulse is all over his body, everywhere I touch.
I want to lie in this bed until the end of my days.
But I know I’m not supposed to be here, so I limit myself to ten long breaths with Rome’s spent body pressed against mine. Between my legs a throb of residual pleasure remains. My clit is sensitive, needy. It wants more. I want more.I’ll always want more, I realize. There’s no getting around it. Rome and I will always, always need this from each other, no matter how fucked up it is.
“I have to clean up,” I whisper into his hair, then press a kiss to the top of his head. His cum is already drying on my stomach. Best to get it off before it becomes a problem.
I lift my aching body from the bed and tear myself away from him, then pad into the bathroom.
“You need help in there?” Rome picks up his head from the pillows where we landed, an unbridled lust in his bright blue eyes. It’s more than that. More than lust. It’s love, too.
I smirk. “Of course.”
I turn on the shower and step into the warm spray, letting it rain down on me as I wait for Rome to join me.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
ROME
Iwant her to stay. She has to go.Fuck.
I haven’t been this torn about anything since...since the dungeon. The sex has gone to my head. I can’t remember the last time it affected me this way, heart pumping, skin oversensitive, heat settling in my face. Avery Capulet is a hell of an addiction.
