Chapter 15 #2
His eyes flash with the memories—it’s impossible to miss. His jaw tightens as though he’s holding himself back from saying the words sitting at the tip of his tongue.
Finally, he looks back up into my eyes, and heat spreads to my cheeks, his intense gaze setting me on fire. I’ve lost all control. I want more. I need more.
“Apparently, I never kept underwear here.” It’s the first thought that comes to mind.
“Now I’m remembering why.” He lifts my legs over his shoulders to dip his head between my thighs. The cuts along my skin burn from the leggings now wrapped around my ankles, but the pleasure coursing through my body overshadows the pain.
Blood is pumping rapidly through my veins. The anticipation of Rome’s mouth. His proximity to me. All of it has alarm bells ringing all over my body.
His tongue meeting my swollen, aching clit does something to me. I let my head fall back and stare up at the tumultuous sky. When the rain becomes too much, I squeeze my eyes shut, allowing the shockwave of pleasure to rock through me.
It’s as if every nerve ending in my body is suddenly coming alive. I hate how easily I bend for the one person who hurt me the most: my mortal enemy. The one I’ve foolishly offered my soul to on a silver platter… again. He’s the only one who has ever made me feel this way.
I arch my back as he continues his assault, lapping his tongue against my hot, wet flesh.
He slides his hand along my stomach and chest before reaching up to grip my throat as he expertly works me, bringing me to life like the strike of a match.
Fast and furious, it rocks me, sending another shot of adrenaline down my body.
I push my hips down to meet his mouth. My muscles tense as I reach my impending orgasm.
I’ve pleasured myself on my own with my own toys, but it never felt the same way Rome’s tongue does now.
Even the other men I’ve been with since him haven’t pulled this sensation out of me.
Most orgasms I’ve had to fake, but not with Rome. Never with Rome.
The pain from my injured leg sends a jolt up my thigh that blends with the pleasure coursing through me.
“Rock that pretty cunt against my mouth,” he growls against me.
I look down, making his grip on my neck tighten slightly.
I watch his face pressed against me. Using his free hand, he strokes himself over his pants.
A deep guttural grunt rumbles from his chest, making his mouth vibrate against my cunt.
I ache to have him inside me. Yet at the same time, I don’t. Wait, no, maybe I do.
Fuck, it’s hard to think straight like this.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I pant. “We need to stop.”
“Too late,” Rome mutters, biting down my clit. “You deserve to be punished.”
He flexes his fingers along my throat, and my pulse erratically beats against his fingertips. I’m going to combust. Blood is pouring down my leg, soaking into Rome’s shirt but it’s also racing through my veins.
“Punished for what?” I gasp.
“For not listening,” he says, following his answer up with another lap of his tongue.
He sucks on my clit hard before adding, “For being stubborn.” His hand slips from my neck to my still exposed breast. He pinches my nipple, twisting his fingers over the peaked bud.
I cry out again, reveling in the mixture of pleasure and pain.
Rome has always been a blend of pleasure and pain.
“For the years of torture.” He tongues my entrance, teasing me further.
“You’ve tortured me.” I grip the back of his head, adding more pressure. I need more.
He swats my hand away, clicking of his tongue in disapproval. “You aren’t the one in charge here.” Rome moves his mouth enough to look up at me with devilish eyes.
“Shit,” I pant, rolling my head, immediately missing his mouth on me.
“I want to hear it.” He sneers, pinching my nipple again. When I don’t give him an answer, he pinches it tighter. “I want to hear it, Lark.”
“Hear what?”
“You scream my name.” He palms my breast before his tongue returns to my clit. He lashes his tongue against it, harder and more furious than before.
I moan, unable to hold back anymore.
“Scream. My. Name.” he grunts forcefully, licking me.
“Oh, God.” I moan, then scream when he bites down on my clit, following it up with a quick soothe of his smooth tongue before looking up.
“God doesn’t make you scream, Lark. I do.”
His hand smooths over my breast once more, then his mouth is back on mine. Moving his free hand from the swollen bulge in his pants, he sinks two fingers deep inside me and hooks them, reaching me in a place that hasn’t been reached since the last time we were together.
“Scream my name.” He pumps his fingers harder. His tongue and hands are furious, pulling me and tugging me, dragging me to a place I can’t avoid any longer.
“Rome.”
“Louder.”
“Oh, fuck. Rome!” My orgasm hits like an electric shockwave, coursing through my body, causing me to shudder. My clit throbs against his mouth, and my walls clench around Rome’s fingers inside me. They continue their assault, drawing every single bit of my orgasm out of me.
It’s a feeling I haven’t felt for ten years. The pleasure sends tremors across my body. I wind my fingers through Rome’s hair, tugging on the ends as he moves his mouth all over me.
He’s everywhere all at once.
Eventually, once I’ve dropped back down from whatever atmosphere I was just catapulted to, I’m left gasping for air. Desperate for it, even. Breathlessly, I crack open my eyes and stare up at the storm clouds between the endless rain.
Pain from my leg suddenly slams into me, reminding me of the conversation that led to where I am now, with Rome’s face buried between my thighs.
Fuck, what have I done?