CHAPTER 23 FAE
FAE
Iwake slowly, tangled in warmth. There is a weight pressed along my front that is solid and unmoving and my half-asleep brain decides it is just the blanket until I realise it is too heavy but still comforting.
I groan quietly and shift, trying to wriggle free, only to feel soft lips brush my cheek, then my temple, then my nose.
I think this is Roman’s favourite way to wake me and I cannot help but swoon a little.
For the past two weeks, every morning I am either wrapped up in him like a pretzel or he is kissing any part of my body he can reach.
“Roman,” I mumble, attempting to turn my face into the pillow. He follows me easily, his body pinning me beneath him, his mouth still finding my skin as his warm breath tickles my jaw.
“You can’t go anywhere,” he murmurs, voice rough like he has just woken up.
I know he hasn’t though. I can smell the coffee that has already been made.
His arm tightens, anchoring me in place as he squeezes my hips slightly to tickle me and I let out a small, helpless laugh.
The sound seems to catch him off guard and he stills, lifting his head just enough to look at me.
When I meet his eyes, heat crawls up my neck.
“What’s that look for?” I ask, suddenly shy.
He doesn’t answer straight away, just studies my face like he’s memorising it. He always does this, pausing as his eyes flicker across my features like he’s cataloguing them. I always wonder what it is he’s trying to see.
“I just love hearing you laugh,” he finally responds quietly.
My cheeks burn at his admission as I try to duck my head again, smiling into the pillow while his forehead rests against mine, like the world outside this room doesn’t exist. I never knew men could be this soft.
Father certainly wasn’t to my mum, not that I remember.
Felix’s softness is different and any other man has been brutal in their affections.
“You’re actually a teddy bear, do you know that?” I say as I feel him smile against my cheek and grunt.
“Don’t tell anyone; I’d hate to have to kill them,” he jokes back… well, I think he is joking; I can never tell.
Roman still has that killer edge about him. I see it in the tightness of his jaw and the angles of his body after another dead end. Every time we go to a warehouse, I see the threads pulling him further apart. Each failed rescue unravels something in his control.
But with me… it is all light and softness.
There is a peace between us and I have no desire to lose it.
I worry sometimes that I am replacing Robyn with Roman, like I cannot bear to be alone after all those years, but then Roman bathes me, cleans my hair, cooks for me, and I realise it’s him I’m obsessed with.
I would be like this with Robyn here too.
Roman lifts his body just enough to spare me from being crushed, the loss of his weight making me aware of every place we are still touching.
I stretch instinctively, my arms reaching above my head, my spine arching into his body before I even realise I have done it.
Roman makes a deep sound in his throat and buries his face into the curve of my neck.
His breath is warm and deliberate. His nose brushes my skin, then his mouth as he kisses my throat. It’s not rushed, just enough pressure to remind me he is there. My breath hitches despite myself, a soft, traitorous moan giving me away completely.
“Careful,” he murmurs, lips grazing the sensitive spot beneath my ear. There is a smile in his voice, but something darker beneath it, like he wants me to be anything but careful.
We have barely been able to keep our hands off each other.
I never knew sex could feel this good; it is like he has me addicted to him.
Roman’s hand slides up under the tee I wore to bed.
His fingers move slow and possessive, splaying across my ribs like he is grounding himself as much as me.
I can feel the tension in his body and my pussy starts dripping with need.
His dick presses against my naked heat, warm and solid, and my mouth waters.
It is unfair how needy I am suddenly, how every nerve hums under his touch.
“I was asleep!” I protest weakly, though my body betrays me as I arch back into him again. His thumb traces a lazy line along my ribs as he continues to kiss the sensitive skin of my neck.
“Hmm,” he hums, unconvinced. “You don’t feel asleep to me.”
My pulse stutters at that, heat pooling low and insistent.
I turn my head just enough to catch his mouth, a soft, unguarded kiss that lingers longer than it should.
His response is immediate, not desperate or rushed but heavier.
When he pulls back, his forehead rests against mine, eyes dark and focused like he is deciding something.
For a moment, neither of us moves. The room feels smaller, warmer, like the world has narrowed to breath and skin and the quiet hum between us.
His grip tightens slightly at my waist, enough to promise without taking; I swallow, suddenly aware that if either of us moves the wrong way, this calm will shatter into something else entirely.
Roman keeps eye contact as he slowly moves one hand from my ribs down to my exposed cunt, a wicked smile crawling across his face as he feels how wet I am for him. He moves his mouth beside my ear, close enough that every word feels pressed straight into my skin.
“Do you feel how hard it is to behave when you look at me like that?” he growls. “You’re a naughty girl, Tink, and I don’t even have time to punish you.”
“What, why?” I squirm, he chuckles, a low, throaty sound.
“Do you do that on purpose, so I punish you, Tink? I think I have been going too soft.”
I moan as he pinches my clit, hard enough that to most people it would hurt, but for me it fuels the fire. He kisses behind my ear, then down my neck, and bites hard as his thick finger is shoved into my pussy.
“Jesus!” I shout as he groans and adds another, pumping in and out until my pussy is like a waterfall.
The feelings he provokes make my whole body tingle, my stomach clenching as if it is desperate to hold on to him, and the juxtaposition of his rough finger fucking and the gentle caress of my clit is enough to make me cum already.
With his fingers still buried deep, he leans back on his heels and looks down with a mixture of awe and arousal at how my pussy is swallowing his fingers.
“God, I fucking love this cunt. If I could, I would stay buried in it every single second of the day,” he murmurs as my pussy grips his fingers harder, only an inch away from tipping over into an orgasm.
As always, he knows my body better than I do as he barks, “do not cum, Tink.”
I groan as I try to quell the fire building in my lower body.
Roman licks his lips, pulling his trousers down with his spare hand so his beautiful, thick cock bounces free.
I had never thought of dicks as attractive until I saw his.
It is just as perfect as the rest of him and I groan when he spits on his hand and starts massaging his length with deliberate strokes.
Looking me in the eye, he continues to pleasure us both before notching his angry cock at the entrance of my cunt.
He removes his fingers and pauses. My body aches with need as I tip my hips up, trying to push the head of his dick into me, but he just tuts and pulls back.
Moving his fingers to his mouth, he sucks my juices off whilst staring me in the eyes.
The sight is so erotic I almost cum from that alone.
In a swift movement, he leans over, pinching my nipple harder than he has before and twisting it as he shoves his perfectly large dick into my pussy in one hard thrust. I scream at the intrusion.
The tip of his cock hits my cervix and I moan at the sensation, perfectly filling my channel as my walls stretch to accommodate him.
Sweat drips from my chest as I try to hold the onslaught of feeling.
His thrusts are aggressive as he repositions my legs so my ankles are pressed beside his ears.
Turning his face, he continues to pump in and out of me as I whimper and cry, and he kisses my ankle softly, a complete juxtaposition to how hard he is fucking my pussy.
Moving down my leg, no part of my skin is left untouched by his kisses, and my cunt tightens on his dick as I hover inches from exploding.
A sharp, burning pain spreads across my breast as Roman slaps my tit with his open palm.
“You’ll cum when I tell you to, little one, and not a moment before. Hold it.”
“I can’t!” I cry, tears streaking down my face as I’m overwhelmed by the sensations.
“You can, and you will.” He growls and slaps my other breast so hard a handprint is left behind.
I love how he marks me, but I hate how it fades. I wish I could make it stay so when this is over, I always have a memory of our time together. He makes me feel alive. My body feels like it is on fire, every nerve sensitive.
He wraps a hand around my throat, careful not to touch my jugular veins and squeezes hard.
Pressure builds behind my eyes as spots flicker across my vision and my oxygen is cut off.
It only turns me on more. The idea that he has my life in his hands sends a fresh wave of heat through me, my pussy slicker for it.
The sound of his thighs hitting mine combines with our moans and groans.
“You are going to be a good girl and take my cum, Tink. Aren’t you?” he says through gritted teeth, like he is barely holding on.
I try to nod, but his hand restricts my movement.
“Good girl.” He groans, feeling the slight shift and pumps his hard dick faster, hitting my g-spot over and over again.
Putting his free hand on my lower stomach, he groans and pushes down. He made me watch once before; his dick is so large you can feel the bulge when he fucks deep. Roman admitted it was a turn on for him and I am convinced his kink is rubbing off on me.
My head feels fuzzy from the lack of oxygen and my orgasm is building so fast it burns.
“I can’t wait until you’re pregnant with my babies, Tinkerbell. I’m going to mark you from the inside out.”
I shiver at that. He is always telling me how he is going to fuck babies in me.
I know it is in the moment, but I cannot help the thrill that slips through my body at every declaration.
I lose myself to the fantasy at times. Obviously I am on the pill, and I will never have children, but I cannot help how it makes me feel.
Like somehow, I am special enough that he wants a living person that shares both our DNA.
The feeling is too much. I try to speak but my vision goes spotty and black as I feel like I am floating away. Roman loosens his grip at the same time he barks at me to cum and I explode like a firework. Liquid gushes out of me as I hear Roman curse at the sensation.
My breath comes in short sharp gasps and his dick swells even more as I feel hot ropes of his seed burying deep inside of me. Roman rubs my clit in slow smoothing circles, my body convulses with pleasure as he drags out my orgasm and my pussy flutters around his hard, dripping cock.
Jesus Christ.
We both are gasping for breath as he falls onto my body again. He quickly pushes his hands behind my head and back, and twists so I’m lying on him with his cock still buried deep in my cunt.
His sweat-slicked skin sticks to my cheek as I try to come back to reality as he runs his fingers through my hair, inhaling deep breaths.
Reality returns in pieces. With our breath first and then the slowing of my heartbeat until I return to something human.
Roman stays still beneath me as he locks his arms around my back like he’s bracing us both.
The room smells like warmth and skin and the faint bitterness of coffee that has gone cold somewhere down the hall.
For a moment, I let myself stay right there.
Cocooned in the quiet, pretending the world hasn’t been waiting patiently outside the door.
Eventually, he exhales and shifts just slightly. His forehead rests against my temple.
“We need to move soon,” he murmurs and I groan.
“It’s the weekend, who needs us now?”
“Your brother does; we need to meet him at the church.”
I huff and then nod, even though he cannot see it and force my limbs to remember how to function.
We separate reluctantly, the absence of his body pressed against me immediately making the temperature in the room drop a degree and I curse myself for becoming so dependent on him.
I know how this will end. And it will only be my tears that are shed.
Roman swings his legs over the side of the bed and runs a hand down his face, already putting himself back together.
It is impressive watching him go from chaos to controlled with the flick of a switch.
We both make our way to the bathroom to wash and get ready.
By the time that I am done, a dressed Roman is in the kitchen remaking a cup of tea for me.
Sliding it across the counter, he pops some crumpets into a toaster to heat them up for me.
We eat in companionable silence before we step out and make our way to the car.
The church is waiting; whatever pulled us there will not care how gently the morning began.