Chapter 24
24
ROMAN
A s soon as I knelt down and saw the look of anticipation on her face, I felt a low growl rumble in my chest. Her scent filled my nostrils, intoxicating me and driving me to lose control. I had to hold myself back from taking her too fast. I needed to make this moment memorable for both of us.
I looked up at her, a seductive smile on my face. I licked my lips in anticipation. My mouth replaced the spot where my fingers had been moments before. The taste of her was intoxicating. Sweet and musky, with just a hint of vanilla from her body wash.
I ran my tongue from her entrance to her clit and back again, pressing firmly against the bud that made her writhe in pleasure beneath me. Her moans filled the room, fueling my desire even more.
I licked her over and over, pushing two fingers inside her once more while circling her clit with my tongue. She gasped and arched into me, her body quaking with another orgasm.
“Roman!” she cried out, her voice trembling as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Every spasm, every twitch was reflected by a tightening around my fingers, spurring me on to keep going.
I added a third finger into the mix, stretching her further and hitting that spot inside her that made her cry out in pleasure. I felt the walls of her core clench tightly around my fingers, effectively warning me that she was close to another orgasm. I didn’t know her past sexual experiences, but I had a feeling she never let herself go like this. I wanted to give her the best orgasm of her life.
My tongue continued its relentless assault, lapping at her swollen clit, tasting her sweet juices that were practically flowing out of her. Her scent filled the room. I was like a predator drawn to its prey. I continued to devour her, groaning in pleasure as she tasted so damn good.
When I felt fingernails dig into my shoulder blades, I knew she was close. I doubled down my efforts, and just as predicted, a few seconds later she was crying out. I could feel her knees bending and knew she was about to collapse into a heap on the floor.
I leaned back on my haunches and looked up at her. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. She was half-standing, half-leaning against the wall. Her chest heaved up and down.
I slowly got to my feet. “I need to get a condom. Get on the bed and wait for me.”
She looked at me, but I wasn’t sure she was really seeing me. I swatted her ass. “Go. Now.”
With a laugh, she pushed herself off the wall and stumbled to the bed. I watched her collapse onto the mattress, her naked body splayed out like a feast ready to be devoured. I ignored the throb in my pants and went to rummage in the bathroom for a condom.
I found one and quickly walked back to her bedroom. She was watching me. Her eyes roved over my body as I stripped off my clothes. Once naked, I joined her on the bed.
Her fingers danced over my chest and down to my stomach. Her touch was like a flame against my skin. I felt myself harden even further as she wrapped her fingers around me. She moved her soft little hand up and down. I was already so close to losing control I had to push her hand away.
I ripped open the condom and slipped it on. I positioned myself over her body, supporting my weight on my elbows. She looked up at me. There was no hesitation.
“Ready?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yes.”
I positioned myself at her entrance and slid inside slowly, groaning at the tightness that surrounded me. She was so wet and hot, it felt almost too good to be true.
The long, soft moan that escaped her lips nearly undid me. Each inch of me sinking into her felt like heaven and a surge of possessiveness washed over me. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, relishing the sheer pleasure that came from being buried inside her.
Her small hands clutched my biceps as I began to move, creating a rhythm that was both slow and torturous. She cried out each time I pulled back, only to push back in just as slowly. Her body arched up to meet mine.
The trembling had started again, harsher this time, radiating from her inner thighs and along the curve of her hips. Her legs squeezed around me so tight I couldn’t move.
Sweat trickled down my spine. The lust in her eyes matched perfectly with the wild intensity I was sure she could see in mine.
I slipped my hand down and pushed her left thigh open. She gave a small whimper at the sudden change in position. I grunted in response, my pace quickening as the new angle allowed me to slide even deeper into her. It was pure pleasure, the feel of her heated, slick walls squeezing me tightly as I thrust in and out of her.
Her fingers dug into my back as her body started to tense around me. “Roman… I’m…” she gasped out.
“I know,” I replied gruffly, fully aware of how close she was to tipping over the edge. Her walls clenched around me again, tighter this time, and it was everything I could do to hold back, wanting to make sure she went over that edge first.
I leaned down, capturing her lips with mine as I continued my rhythmic onslaught inside her. I could taste the salty tang of our mixed sweat on her lips. My heart pounded in my chest as it raced to keep up with the pleasure.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as I settled into a rhythm that sent us both spiraling toward oblivion. Every stroke inside her felt like heaven on earth—the way she wrapped herself around me, the way she moaned my name.
I wasn’t going to stop. This was one of those experiences I wanted to last for as long as humanly possible.
Her cries grew louder, and her body shook with each thrust. I could tell she was close to the precipice again. Her eyes were closed and her head rolled back and forth. The pleasure was making her crazy. I was almost there too, but I had to hold on. For her. It wouldn’t be much longer, I promised myself, as her inner muscles squeezed me once more.
“Roman,” she purred, pulling me back to reality. Hearing her say my name sent waves of hot pleasure surging through me.
“Let go,” I whispered into her ear.
All at once she shattered beneath me, writhing beneath me. Her loud cries echoed around the room as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. There were no words to describe what it felt like at that moment. The intimate connection between us was impossible to be expressed in language. I savored every moment of her orgasm.
Feeling her fall apart under me was my undoing. With a grunt, I tipped over the edge, my euphoria echoing hers as I let myself explode. Each spasm was a jolt of sheer ecstasy. It was overwhelming and satisfying at the same time.
Eventually, our bodies stilled. Spent and satisfied, I collapsed on top of her, burying my face into her neck. She was panting heavily but made no move to push me off. Her soft curves were like lying on a comfy pillow.
Her fingers gently ran up and down my back, calming my erratic heartrate. We lay there in silence, basking in the afterglow. I wanted to stay put and give myself time to recover and take her again.
But I wouldn’t.
I rolled off her and walked into the bathroom, disposing of the condom. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and immediately felt self-loathing.
Kaira had pulled the blankets over her breasts. She was looking at me with a soft smile. I pulled on my briefs.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Bed.”
She said nothing as I picked up my pants and shirt. I walked out of her room without saying another word. I started back toward my room, pausing as I passed the double doors at the top of the stairs. I shook my head and continued to my bedroom.
It was almost four and I knew I should get my ass in bed, but I wasn’t going to be able to sleep with the scent of her on me. I could still taste her. It was an aphrodisiac. I wanted more, but something told me I couldn’t. I knew it was wrong.
To keep myself from caving into temptation, I walked to the shower. I had to wash her off me. The water was scalding, almost painful against my skin, but I forced myself to stay under the spray until the feel of her seemed less imprinted on my body. It was crazy, but I needed this pain. Each drop that hit me was a punishment for the way I had lost control, a penance for enjoying it too much.
I stayed under until the water ran cold. The chill helped clear my mind, sharpening the thoughts that were previously blurred by lust and desire.
Toweling off, I couldn’t help but look at myself in the mirror once again. This thing between Kaira and me? It wasn’t supposed to be complex or emotionally charged. It was a slip, a moment of weakness that could potentially unravel both our lives if not controlled.
I grabbed my toothbrush and started brushing vigorously, trying to scrub away the lingering taste of her. I needed to forget the memory of her moans, the feel of her skin under my hands.
I caught my reflection staring back at me with a mix of frustration and resignation. I turned off the bathroom light and headed back to my room, the towel hanging loosely around my waist. I dropped the towel and collapsed in my bed. I closed my eyes and hoped like hell I had not just made a huge mistake.
I didn’t want Kaira to leave, but I also knew I couldn’t keep doing this with her. She was dangerous because she was so easy to like. There was no way in hell I could let myself catch real feelings for her. Something told me she was the one woman in this world that I was in danger of falling for.