Chapter 26 Roman
ROMAN
Six years.
Six years of watching this woman. Of not wanting anyone else. Of obsessing, dreaming, fantasising about her and pretending I wasn’t, and here she was, on her knees for me, her touch branding me more than the tattoos ever did.
I’d warned her. Told her that I’d not be able to hold back, and I wasn’t joking. I think she realised that too as I stood abruptly, dragging her up by her wrist and ripping her shirt open.
The buttons hit the floor, scattering in all directions, but all I could focus on was her.
Hana stood there naked, nipples hard, chest heaving, my cum drying on her skin. Claimed. Owned. Mine.
Something inside me shifted. Ten years of unease became a knowing realisation that she was it for me.
Whether she knew it or not, she was mine, and I wasn’t ever letting her go.
As soon as we were done here, I was finding out who she met up with and why, and then, then I’d slay her demons and solve her problems, so all she had to do was be with me.
I shook my head because I knew how I sounded—like a Neanderthal—but I didn’t care. I couldn’t imagine not watching Hana 24/7, and I couldn’t… no, wouldn’t let anyone else near her. Once I’d had my cock in her properly, I had no intention of letting her leave again.
She glanced at me and then walked to the bed, sitting on the edge and leaning back on her hands, arching her back and pushing out her breasts invitingly.
I was already hard again, my years of celibacy meaning my refractory period didn’t exist right now.
The idea of being inside this woman was more than I could handle.
I stalked towards her, practically vibrating. If there was any doubt she wanted this too, it was erased when she shuffled back and brought her feet up to the bed, letting her legs fall open.
“Other than our ‘moment’ in the storm, it’s been a while since I did this. I’m not sure I’m any good at it.”
I balanced my hands on her knees, massaging her skin lightly. “What makes you think that?”
“People… men don’t tend to want to come back for more. I think I put them off.”
There was an air of vulnerability in her voice that surprised me, but also, the thought of her with other men made me want to burn down the world just to reap my revenge on anyone who had ever touched her before me.
“This isn’t the first time I’ve touched you, little menace, and it sure as hell won’t be the last. I can promise you that.”
I eased her back until she was flat on the bed and lay to her side, resting on my elbow, my lips finding hers as I edged two fingers inside her.
She whimpered, but she was so wet, there was no resistance, and I quickly added a third, wanting to make sure she could take me without hurting her, but desperate to feel her tight walls around my shaft.
I devoured her as she raked her hands through my hair and beard, her hips rocking as I stretched her. “Don’t you dare come. The next time you come tonight will be on my cock.”
She bucked back with more strength, as if she was trying to disobey me, and then I remembered her not taking off her shirt when I told her to.
I shifted my position, slapping her pussy with a slight force, sending a wave of her arousal flooding my fingers. She cried out. “Oh, so good. So so good. I’m so close, Ro. Touch me. Please touch me.”
“I need to be inside you,” I grunted, easing out my fingers and rolling on top of her.
Her lips fell open in an O shape as I nudged my head to her entrance. “Fuck me, Roman. Please.”