Chapter 18
AMALIE
His hands move to the back of my neck. I feel his fingers work, a look of devastatingly sexy concentration on his face.
“Two necklaces. Both very fragile. That won’t do.”
Roman first unties the little twine knot of Sasha’s necklace, then he opens the clasp of the diamonds.
I watch as he takes them from around my neck, placing them both on the nearby side table next to my glass of wine.
Despite one costing thousands and the other nothing more than a dollar’s worth of clay, Roman sets each down with the same care and gentleness.
It’s clear to him that neither is more valuable than the other.
It hits me deep. Everything he does telegraphs the love he has for his son.
How could a man who’s killed be so gentle?
I don’t have time to think about it for long before he turns his eyes to me, that wolfish expression I love forming on his handsome features.
He pulls me close, his erection pressing against my thigh. I moan at the sensation of it.
The kiss starts again, slower, his mouth claiming mine like he plans on taking his sweet time with me. I reach down and press on his thickness through his slacks, finding the ridge of his cock and dragging my finger along it.
I break the kiss. A wicked little smile on my lips, I take Roman by the hand and lead him to the high-backed chair.
“Something on your mind, Amalie?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Maybe.”
I place both of my hands on his chest and push him down gently. Roman drops into the seat, a knowing smirk on his lips. I lean in and kiss him again, teasing his tongue with mine for just an instant before dropping to my knees between his legs. My hands work his belt, his zipper, pulling him free.
His cock is thick and hard, a bead of pre-cum already on the tip.
I look up, his dark eyes gazing down at me, then take him into my mouth.
I glide my tongue over his length, his skin warm and salty.
I wrap my lips tightly around the head, lashing it with my tongue, humming a bit.
I grab his balls with my right hand, squeezing them softly as I take more inches into my mouth.
He groans in a way that makes it clear he likes what I’m doing. His hand starts on my cheek, then moves to my hair, guiding me up and down just a little.
“So goddamn sexy,” he says, “with your mouth full of me.”
I glance up at him, grinning around his thickness. Then I go deeper, until he’s nearly at the back of my throat. It feels good, powerful almost. I bob steadily, tongue swirling around his shaft, pulling with my lips when I reach the top. His hips twitch and his breathing becomes rough.
“Amalie,” he rasps. I’m bringing him closer to the edge.
I imagine what it would be like to have him release, to flood my mouth with his warm saltiness. I go faster, his hands in my hair. Then his thighs tense and he pulls me off gently, his eyes blazing.
“Enough.” It’s a command edged with hunger.
He guides me to my feet and turns me so our positions are switched, sitting me on the edge of the chair. He peels off my pants and panties, tossing them over his shoulder onto the floor. He spreads my thighs wide, then parts my lips with his thumbs.
There’s nothing gentle about what he does next.
His mouth is on me, hot and sure, his tongue pressing flat, licking up my center before circling my clit.
I gasp when his tongue moves faster. He sucks softly at first before sliding two fingers inside.
He curls them in just the right way, the way I need, a moan pouring out of me.
“Oh, Roman…”
Pleasure builds quickly, sharp and overwhelming. His free hand presses against my hip, holding me still as I squirm.
“Stay,” he commands, the vibration of his words against my clit sending sparks of pleasure through me.
His tongue flicks relentlessly while his fingers thrust in and out.
I come hard, thighs shaking around his head.
I press my hand to my mouth in an attempt to muffle the cry.
He doesn’t stop until the last pulses of the orgasm fade, licking me softly through the aftershocks.
I’m still trembling when he stands and turns me around. He guides me forward, knees on the chair seat, hands on the backrest, ass up.
“God, this view,” he says, sliding his hand along my hip. “You have no idea what you do to me, Amalie.”
Goosebumps break out over my skin at his words. He grips my hips as he pushes into me, stretching me in the way I’ve become addicted to. I close my eyes, focusing on each rock-hard inch pushing inside.
“Roman,” I moan. All I can think about is him, how good he feels inside me.
His thrusts are deep, slow, and measured, pulling nearly all of the way out before sliding back in.
Each stroke hits that perfect spot, the one he knows to aim for.
His big, rough hand slides up my spine, pressing between my shoulders to arch me more.
Then his pace builds, harder, faster, the chair shifting underneath us.
One hand slips around to rub my clit, the circles tight and fast.
“Come for me again,” he growls, his lips brushing my ear.
I do without hesitation, the second orgasm crashing into me hard and sudden, my walls clenching around him. He continues thrusting, relentless and steady.
When he pulls out, I want him back inside immediately. I stand up.
“Sit,” I say.
“Bossy,” he replies with a grin.
We trade places, Roman’s cock glistening with my arousal. I move forward and straddle him, needing that perfect shaft inside me again. I take hold of him by the base, guiding him to my entrance as I sink down, taking every delicious inch inside me.
I’m full of him again, deeper at this angle. His hands grip my ass, guiding me. He leans in, mouth wrapping around one of my nipples, sucking hard.
“That’s it,” he says. “I could watch this beautiful body bounce on my cock all goddamn day.”
“Now there’s an enticing idea.”
I pick up the pace, the sounds of my skin colliding with his blending with his grunts and my moans. Then I slide down slowly and lean forward, rolling my hips on him. His cock rubs against my walls perfectly, my body trembling a bit.
Roman’s hands move all over me like he can’t decide which part he wants to touch the most. He traces the full curve of my waist, the softness of my belly. The smirk on his face makes it clear he loves every damn inch of me.
“So goddamn gorgeous. Take all of me.”
I do as he says, grinding harder, my clit pressing against his shaft in a way that’s almost too much. The third orgasm builds bigger and bigger, the tension tightening, waves crashing. He thrusts up to meet me, my grip tightening around him.
“Come,” he commands. “Now.”
I shatter at his words, crying out, pulsing hard around him. Roman follows right after. He groans deeply, hips jerking as he erupts inside me, hot and thick, pulse after pulse filling me full. We stay locked, our breathing ragged, his arms wrapped tightly around my back.
Minutes pass, the two of us holding onto one another.
Then he lifts me gently and carries me to the couch.
He leans forward, pressing a button on a remote.
The gas fireplace in the room ignites, the flames dancing warm and bright.
Roman settles us under a soft throw blanket, me curled against his chest, his hand stroking my hair slowly.
The fire crackles softly, heat seeping into my skin.
It’s perfect.
Safe in his arms, I fall asleep, his heartbeat steady under my ear.