Chapter 51
Fifty-One
LULU
My ass hums and heats, and I sigh in relief. I was sure I’d just ruined the whole night with my insecurities rearing their ugly head. But Rome was patient and loving, and turned us back around, putting us on the right track again.
Thank God.
I hear the sound of his belt clanging open, then his pants zipper being pushed down, and the rustle of his clothes coming off. My core clenches, and I wish I could see him.
Nothing in this world is as gorgeous as a naked Rome.
His hand moves between my legs to my slit.
“So goddamn wet,” he murmurs as he drags the head of his cock—and that glorious piercing—through my wetness now. “This pussy was made just for me, firefly.” He pushes inside me, all the way to the hilt, making me groan loudly. “Do you feel this? How goddamn perfect we are together?”
“Yes.”
“It’s never been like this before. Not once before you. Anything I experienced before was an empty fucking husk of what I have with you. Nothing before you matters because it was fucking nothing. Do you hear me?”
“Rome.”
“Do. You. Fucking. Hear. Me?”
“Yes. I hear you. God, I hear you.” The tears are coming now.
There’s no way I can stop them. His words, his beautiful body slamming into me in long, measured strokes, the delicious feel of his ropes wrapped around me, and all of the reassurance he just gave me are at once overwhelming and the best things to ever happen to me in my life.
“You’re all I need in this world,” he says, slamming into me. God, I feel so full with his big cock, and the butt plug still inside me, and his arms around me, his words. “Don’t you come yet.”
“Rome.”
“Not yet. What’s your color?”
I have to think about it, then whisper, “Yellow. I’m so close. I’m right there.”
He stops, buried deep within me, and I cry out.
“I know, baby.” He kisses my neck, my shoulder. “You’re almost there. You’re doing so well. Look.”
I open my eyes and notice that he somehow turned the mirror to face us when he brought me over to this table, and my eyes go wide at the scene before me.
The view is our profile, so we can see both of us. I’m bent over this table, helpless. And Rome is naked, buried inside me, his pelvis against my ass and hands on my hips, watching me. His abs ripple as he moves, and I can’t take my eyes off the V that forms down his hip to his muscular thigh.
“You take me so fucking well,” he growls, pulling out so I can see his glistening cock. “Look at that, firefly.”
He starts to move again, one hand on my shoulder, the other on the small of my back, and I watch him fuck me, the way my body shakes with every thrust, the way sweat gleams on his skin as he thrusts into me.
And then I feel the orgasm build once more.
“Please.”
His blue eyes flare at that.
“That’s right, beg for it. Beg for me to let you come all over this cock. To make a mess of me.”
“Rome, please.”
“Ask for it, Eloise.”
“Please let me come on your beautiful cock!”
He roars and pulls me onto him so hard, I see dark spots on the edge of my vision.
“Come. Fall apart for me, sweetheart.”
Oh God, yes.
I cry out as I spasm around him, against him. Our eyes are still pinned to the mirror, watching.
And it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
As the orgasm continues to move through me, Rome pulls the butt plug out, causing a new wave of shivers, and he smiles.
“You’re doing so well, firefly.”
I whimper. He pulls out, turns me around, and boosts me onto the table, holding the ropes between my breasts to keep me upright since I can’t brace myself on my hands. I wrap my legs around him as he sinks back inside me.
“I need to look in your beautiful eyes.” He pauses, grinding his pubic bone against my already overstimulated clit, making me moan. “Don’t you ever, and I mean ever say that you’ll leave me again.”
I frown and then realize he’s talking about earlier today in his office.
That’s what this is all about.
“I won’t.” I shake my head, and he pulls out, then slams into me harder.
“You’re mine. Today and every day.”
“Yours,” I confirm and wish I could touch him. “Rome, I need—”
I swallow hard. He said I couldn’t touch him.
“Tell me.”
“It’s okay.”
“Tell me.”
“I need to touch you. I’m sorry, I know—”
He covers my mouth with his and kisses me hard. I feel cold, hard metal against my skin, and I freeze.
But then I realize he’s cutting the ropes off my arms, freeing them so I can wrap them around his neck and bury my fingers in his hair.
“Mine,” he says again.
“Yours.”
He’s moving like a crazed man, his blue eyes feral as he pumps in and out of me until I can’t resist another orgasm that moves through me.
“Yes, baby,” he groans and rests his open mouth against my neck as he follows me over the edge. “Fuuuuuuck.”
His hips jerk, and I feel the heat of his release bathing the inside of me.
He bites me over my pulse point, then his hands are under my ass and he’s lifting me once more, still inside me, carrying me out of the den and up the stairs.
“I need you in our bed,” he murmurs against my mouth. “What’s your color?”
“Pink,” I say with a little smile, and he frowns down at me as he lays me carefully in the middle of the mattress and hovers over me, his elbows on either side of my head, his pelvis nestled against mine, and his cock still buried so deep, I would swear I can feel him in my throat.
“That’s not one of the options,” he says, brushing his nose over mine gently. The intense, almost angry man from earlier is gone, and now he’s gentler.
More tender.
And I love both sides of him.
I don’t care that he runs an organized crime syndicate, or that he kills people, or any of the shitty things he does.
Because he’s so good to me.
“Why pink, firefly?”
“Because I love you.” I kiss his chin when he goes absolutely still. “And if I said red, you’d pull away.”
He doesn’t move.
He doesn’t breathe.
“Rome?”
His eyes haven’t moved from mine. His hands are in my hair. Every ink-covered muscle is tight.
“Say it again.” It’s the faintest whisper, barely uttered through his lips.
I drag my hands up his sides, over his chest, to his face.
“I’m so completely in love with you that I physically ache with it.”
His eyes close, and he lowers his forehead to mine. His hips pull back, and then he’s moving inside me again, but in sweet, slow strokes that make my throat close with emotion.
“I love you so much, firefly.” He brushes his lips over mine. “So fucking much.”
He holds me gently as he makes love to me. His kisses are reverent as if he’s drinking in every bit of this moment so he can look at it later.
How could I not love him?
“You are everything,” he breathes.
God. I cling to him as the orgasm moves through me. I’ve never experienced anything like tonight. The ropes, the mirror, his intensity. He’s so hard and ruthless with everyone else, but shows me his softer side. His tender side.
And he loves me.
I’m home. I’ve found my home here with him, and I’ll fight to keep it.
I’m never letting him go.