Chapter 21 Marked
Marked
Isla
I didn’t know what had come over me. Hearing Roman tell me he loved me again shattered my entire soul. How could this have happened? A month ago, I moved to L.A., and my life was in complete chaos. Now this man was in my bed, and everything felt like it veered off course.
And the truth was terrifying and exhilarating—I loved him too. I was in love with a man who I’d known for such a short while.
Landing in his lap was a dream I’d replayed in my head a thousand times—kissing his forbidden lips, looking into his dangerous blue eyes, feeling his tattooed hands on my skin. But the real thing was better, hotter, and incinerating.
Roman's hands had me under a spell. I wanted to do this all day, every day, for the rest of my life. This was beyond incredible. After tonight, when my life was threatened, I was done letting my life pass me by.
Fate brought us together in a weird way, but Roman was what I wanted.
He thought I was so innocent, and up until tonight, so did I, but with him, fuck, with him I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. He awakened a side of me I didn’t recognize.
With him, I wanted to be filthy and rough and a fucking slut. I'd never felt that way before.
God, he ate me out so good, I thought I was legitimately going to pass out. I ran my hand through his hair, holding his head where I wanted it, and he gave me everything.
My previous sexual life with Thomas was very good—amazing, even. That was part of why the breakup was so hard for us both. But Roman…Roman was something else. His touch was like no other; his presence, his skin on my skin, was incomparable to any other earthly sensation.
His lips and fingers demolished me. I was fucking dripping with anticipation of finally having him inside me, but.
..not before I got a taste of him too. I scampered off the bed, quickly dropping to my knees and taking his beautiful and large cock in my hand.
I licked the tip, salivating at that small action and the realization that yes… I did like the view from my knees.
Fuck, I wanted this so much, and without any tease, I took as much of him as I could into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat but I pushed it in further, doing my best to keep breathing.
He whispered something, but I didn’t stop, only stared up into his blue eyes as I worked him. Roman felt both like he had done absolutely everything in bed and kind of apprehensive, but I was here to show him and tell him what I wanted.
And I wanted more. I grabbed his hand and placed it on the back of my head, never breaking eye contact and begging him to take control. But he didn’t oblige.
"I can't, Isla...I can't force it down your throat,” he admitted quietly. Aww, what a sweetheart! Such a gentleman—didn't want to fuck my mouth even when I asked for it. But I’d get him there.
His pre-cum mixed with my saliva, creating a delicious, viscous liquid that dripped down my chin. But then Roman stepped back, and I lost the feeling in my mouth. Obediently, I remained on my knees waiting for more, but instead he commanded me, “Get up...innocent good girl."
A shiver ran down my spine from his tone. I obeyed, my little smile growing wider as he stepped toward me. Gentle, as if touching an angel, he slid his hands around my waist and down my hips, watching the contrast of our skin.
Exploring my body, he touched—he touched me everywhere, letting me revel in the feeling of his hot hands on my body. “Look at me,” he murmured just as his fingers lifted my chin, catching my gaze.
Danger and lust reflected in his eyes—everything that ignited my desire for him even more.
I was speechless, lost in his gaze, in his voice, in his energy.
His fingers trailed down my neck, over my collarbone, and down my arm, clasping my hand, the action feeling more intimate than us being naked in front of each other.
“I’ve never wanted anything…the way I want you.
” He breathed, pressing his lips to mine and pushing me into the abyss.
“Take me,” I pleaded into his lips, barely able to catch my breath. “Own me. Fucking brand me as yours.” My mind was a delirious mess, but I’d never been so sure of my words.
With a savage look in his eyes, he took control and pushed me onto the bed. I scampered up, hungrily watching him climb on, towering over me, just the way I liked it. He moved slowly, deliberately, but I couldn't wait anymore—I pulled him into me, letting him fall on top, right in between my legs.
"Such a pure little angel...so fucking desperate,” he taunted, lining up his hard cock right at my entrance.
Slowly, he pushed inside, and all of me burned with desire.
"So fucking sweet...so incredibly tight,” he growled into my neck, his perfect dick filling me up inch by inch and sending my eyes into the back of my head.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! It felt too fucking good, and all of me shivered at the intrusion, barely able to catch my breath. So Roman stopped…and waited. My eyes met his, and we both knew the connection between us was undeniable. It was charged. It was fucking life-changing.
Slowly, I slid my hands up his cheeks and leaned in, claiming his lips once more.
He thrust in just then, sending a wild hurricane of endorphins through every drop of my blood.
His fingers wrapped around my wrists, and he pinned them to the bed so I fully belonged to him, on display; he could do whatever he wanted.
"Fuck, little angel, you take me so good.” His breath was hot on my lips, and he picked up the pace, easily sliding in and out of my soaked pussy.
Fuck, I would. I would fucking take him for as long as he wanted. I'd spread my legs for him and let him do what he pleased.
“Yes! Harder! Do it harder, fuck me harder," I pleaded in complete euphoria. My eyes were shut, and my mind floated somewhere else, but Roman's tongue ran all the way up my neck to my lips.
And then he fucking slammed into me. I yelped from the force, melting underneath his touch and giving all my life energy to him.
Yes, this was what I wanted. Harder, faster, and rougher, Roman fucked me, his hot breath on my skin, his eyes shut with pleasure, and my requests fulfilled.
The whole world fell away. It was just him, with me, now, inside me, on top of me. My kiss was hungry, like I'd never kissed anyone before, and he responded with the same energy, feasting on my love.
He felt so fucking, incredibly, mindblowingly good inside me—I wanted more and more and more. Forever.
"Oh fuck, you're so big. Fuck, you feel so good!" My words were a whiny moan, my chest and abdomen on fire from the relentless action.
Soft, plump lips gifted me soft kisses, and he slowed down, but his thrusts turned harder, more brutal. Roman was huge, his muscles defined, and his tattooed body dominated me, letting me roam my eyes on the man who was in love with me.
He lifted up onto his knees and spread my legs further, his hands firmly on my knees. His eyes on mine—he was relentless, letting me feel every ridge of his large cock inside me. Mesmerized, I watched his dick slide in and out of me, my lower belly bulging with every thrust inside.
I’d only heard about that happening, and here I was…living in that erotic reality.
His large palm landed just there, and he pressed down as he thrust in harder, the new sensation exploding inside me. My head fell back onto the pillow, and my own yelp echoed in my ears.
"Mmm...acts all innocent and pure...but takes my cock like a good little slut." Roman's deep voice filled up the room, all of me shivering at his words. "All mine. You belong to me!" He raised his voice slightly, matching the strength of his thrust.
Why did it feel freeing to submit myself to him? Being overpowered like that, letting him touch every inch of me, letting him own me?
I’d fantasized about being on top of him many times, and I wasn't about to miss the opportunity. With a light touch, I easily pushed him off, and he pulled me onto him, our lips locked in a kiss.
It was hot, dark, and explosive. My hair clung to my overheated body, my hips finding their rhythm just as I sank onto his cock.
The way he filled me up was the most satisfying feeling I’d ever had in my body. My jaw hanging open from the sensation, I threw my head back, all of my blood rushing down my body.
Our connection, the lust in his eyes, my heartbeat—it was all pure. I rode him harder, faster, desperate for this to never end. But his quiet moan almost halted my actions. No. I didn’t want him to be quiet or hold back.
I leaned in. "Do you enjoy making love to me, Roman? Don't hold back how you feel...I want to hear you too," I whispered into his lips just as his arms locked me in a hug.
I picked up the pace again...my face in his neck, my lips on his skin, my soul connecting with his. That irreplaceable tingling sensation bubbled inside my abdomen, my mind in a thick haze, but I heard it; I heard his moan, his fingers digging into my hips.
"Holy fuck, Isla, holy fuck..." he pleaded, but right at this moment, my mind switched off, and I couldn’t hold back the loud cry as every single fiber of my body exploded inside me.
This was an out-of-body experience. Fucking Roman completely ruined sex for me for the rest of my life. We hadn’t even done anything crazy, but I knew. I knew that I’d never be able to be in anyone else's bed ever again.
The insane orgasm took all my strength away.
I couldn’t keep myself up, but Roman gently enveloped me and pushed me onto the bed, letting my eyes shut.
He pulled out, and hot, viscous, sticky liquid squirted onto my stomach, his groans and gasps of pleasure echoing in my ears as he pumped out onto me.
Then, he ran his hand through his cum and rubbed it all over my stomach, chest, and neck, marking what was his.
I was his.