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“Oh god,” she cries out when I pump two fingers into her, in and out, slow and steady. Even when her hips roll to add friction to my touch, I don’t speed up. I’m teasing her, taunting her until she gives me what I want—her orgasm.
My thumb finds her clit, circling it as I continue finger-fucking her. The expression on her beautiful face is nothing short of heavenly. She’s so gorgeous. I can’t imagine having anyone else here in this position right now. My cock is leaking precum as my ministrations take Elisabet over the edge, and she shudders in my hold.
Her arousal drenching my hand, the scent of her intoxicating me more than any alcohol ever can. She’s my drug of choice, and I’m never going to let her go.
Chapter 14
Elisabet
When I open my eyes, Rome is looking at me like I’ve just come down from heaven. My body feels like it has. Pleasure is still running through every nerve inside me.
“You’re beautiful when you come,” he tells me in a rough tone as I feel him nudge my entrance. The slickness of my pussy and the precum from his arousal makes it easy for him to slide inside me. But still, the thickness of him makes me whimper.
“Rome, I . . .” My head falls back against the cool glass, but nothing can dampen the fire he’s lit inside me. My legs tighten around his waist as he holds me up by my thighs. My nails dig into his shirt, into the taut muscle underneath as his hips roll against me. The friction of him making me mewl as I feel another impending orgasm take hold of me. I’m teetering on the edge, but I need more. I want and crave everything Rome has to offer.
He doesn’t relent. His thrusts become fast and demanding. His mouth crashes to mine, and he swallows my sounds with a kiss. The heat of his tongue dancing with mine spikes everything I’d been holding back. I want to feel every part of him. I want to kiss and taste him, to feel him and touch him.
I’m utterly consumed by the desire coursing through my veins when he slams into me so hard, the window makes a shuddering sound at our lovemaking. Our fucking. Because he isn’t sweet and gentle. He’s brutal as he ravages me, and I revel in it.
“Fuck.” A low growl falls from his lips, and I tug the lower one into my mouth and bite down as he fills me one last time before I drench him in my release. Two more deep thrusts and his heat marks me.
Rome stops moving. My body is still shaking in his hold, and when I open my eyes, I see those beautiful orbs filled with want for me. He smiles, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smirk that makes my heart stutter in my chest.
“You’re something else,” he tells me before pressing a kiss to my lips. The heat of him engulfs me. He’s still fully clothed, but I’m slick with sweat from our session. Gently, Rome slips from my body, and I feel his arousal dripping down my thighs.
He steps back, giving me space, but his heated gaze locks on my legs and another dark expression crosses his features as he takes in his seed on my skin.
“Now that’s a sight to behold,” he tells me, holding out his hands for me. I accept his offer and close the small distance between us. “I didn’t mean to…,” he speaks but allows the sentence to falter into the silence that hangs around us.
“I enjoyed that,” I tell him. “Don’t treat me with kid gloves, Rome.” I look up at him, meeting his gaze. “I’m not fragile. Don’t think that I’m some prissy doll that you need to treat like I’m going to break.”
“Then the next time I claim that pretty pussy of yours, you’ll feel me for days after. And while you’re in your brand-new bakery, you’ll be squirming at the memory of my cock stretching you.”
“You have a filthy mouth,” I tell him, causing him to chuckle in response.
Rome leans in close, his mouth at my ear when he whispers, “That’s me being sweet and romantic. Just you wait until I get filthy, sweetheart.”
Heat burns my cheeks. I’ve never been with a man who was so confident in his words, and nobody has ever made me feel so wanted like Rome does. It’s been a short while since we met, but I feel like I want so much more from him.
“I need to get back to the office,” he tells me. “But I’ll see you later?”
“What about my car?”
He smiles, pressing a kiss to my forehead before he speaks. “I’ll have one of my drivers bring it back here.”
“And they know where I live?”
