Chapter 13
Saranna
Iwoke up, feeling the weight of the arm wrapped around my stomach, and smiled to myself. When was the last time I had such a good sleep?
Never.
Even after sex.
Not that I did that a lot. Sleep or sex.
I hadn’t stayed a night with a man since I was in college, and that was a one-time deal.
So, this, being wrapped up in his arms, was the best place I could be, and I didn’t want to leave it.
“You’re awake.” His voice was thick, husky, and it did all kinds of things to me, and it shouldn’t, because my damn cunt was still crying over the pounding she got.
“How the hell can you tell?”
“Your breathing changed.”
I turned slightly to glance at him over my shoulder. His eyes were still closed but his lips were lifted slightly under the stubble that had grown out over the last few days.
How the hell had I not caught that? Because that look just added to his damn sexiness.
It was not fair for this man to look as good as he did.
“You mean you’re awake enough to catch that?”
“More than you think. Last night was earth shattering, woman, but I still have a job to do and that means that I’m never not fully aware of what’s going on around me.”
“I’m not sure how I feel about that,” I told him, twisting my lip as I thought that over.
He easily turned me around to where I was looking at him, his eyes searching mine.
“What do you mean, how you feel? Feel about what?”
“That you could wear me out so good and well that I fell asleep after our fourth round, but I wasn’t good enough to tire you out to fall into a deep sleep?”
“Oh, woman, make no mistake, you did a damn good job at fucking me senseless.” His words had a blush creeping on my cheeks. “But your safety is my number one goal, so no matter how tired I was, I was never going to be off duty long enough to give into that sleep.
“In fact, I’ll be honest. Every night from here on out that you sleep right next to me, I’ll never be sure I’ll fall into a deep sleep.”
“What about when I’m not with you?”
“I won’t sleep at all. But that will never happen. You’re mine, I’m claiming you, I’m telling the world you belong to me, which means you will sleep in my bed, in my arms, from here on out.”
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re bossy?” I asked, throwing my leg over his hip.
He grinned as he pushed his hard dick upward, drawing it over my pussy.
“Yup, you. But you like it.”
I shivered as he pushed his hips again.
“Roman,” I whimpered, leaning forward to capture his lips. How did he do that? Turn me inside out, wanting more when I shouldn’t? Wasn’t he just as sore and tired as I was.
“Saranna,” he said, finally breaking the kiss. “I don’t want fast.”
I searched his eyes, slowly grinning.
“Then don’t fuck me, Roman. Make love to me.”
He groaned, his hand entangling in my hair to hold me in place as he kissed me again, his free hand running over my hip, my ass, my lower back, back to my hip to guide me as he slid into me. I clutched him tighter with my leg, rocking slowly against him.
He met me thrust for thrust as his tongue danced with mine.
And that’s what it felt like. A dance.
It also felt like coming home.
I really did hope that he meant everything he said, because if he was laying claim to me, I was laying it right back. I wouldn’t deal well with him flirting with others. That ended now.
He shifted slightly, his hand once more running over my skin, and under his fingertips, I could feel my skin heat up.
Every part of me wanted every part of him, wanted his attention, wanted his love, his kisses, just him.
And I would demand it.
“What are you thinking about?” he whispered against my lips.
I opened my eyes and stared into his, feeling a connection like I have never felt before.
“If I’m yours, you’re mine, you know this right?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“We’re going to tell Marcell?”
His hips twisted, making me arch against him at the spot that he hit and he grinned. He bent forward, kissing over my cheek, my ear, down my neck, and back up to my lips.
“You’re mine, what are you not understanding?” he asked.
“I don’t want you to change your mind.”
There, I laid my fear down for him. His words were pretty, I couldn’t deny that, and I longed for them. But I knew his loyalty with Marcell. Would he really risk that for this?
“Saranna, look at me.”
I did.
I blinked a few times, not realizing that my eyes had teared up. He wiped the liquid with his thumb and gave me the sweetest kiss.
“I love you, Saranna. I’ve tried fighting it, tried turning you away, but you wouldn’t go. I’m done with it all. I want you, just you. You have to believe me that I would give it all up for you.”
I hugged him tightly, his words snapping something in me. Maybe it was breaking free? Maybe it was crumbling down the walls I had built?
I’m not sure, but I was glad he said what he said.
“I love you, Roman. I always have.”
“I know, baby.”
He took my lips one more time as he picked up speed, pushing into me not harder, but faster, pushing us to both seek that release.
There was no space between us, our bodies and soul united in such a way, and it was perfect, so damn perfect. And my heart was bursting, just as my body was, taking him over the edge with me.
We both cried out against each other as we came, shaking in each other’s arms, and I knew, I just fucking knew, that nothing could beat this moment with my man.
“I’ve never done that,” he told me, pushing the hair back from my face.
“Tell a woman you love them?”
“That too,” he said, giving me a grin. He grabbed the covers, sinking lower in the bed and pulling the covers over us. “But making love to a woman. Hard, fast, furious, that’s fun. But god, I swear our souls were together.”
“They were,” I said, laying my head on his arm and curling against him, a leg over his. “And it was epic.”
He sighed, kissed the top of my head and I closed my eyes, praying for another night, or rather morning, of this.
But just as we both got comfortable, his phone beeped, the noise letting us both know who it was, and under me, he tensed.