CHAPTER 34 FAE
FAE
Iwake slowly. The sheets are tangled around my legs and the weight of Roman is pressed against my back.
He came home in a rage last night and my body aches from the way he fucked it out of his system.
His arm is hooked around my waist like it was built for it.
The room is quiet as pale morning light slips through the curtains, painting everything in a soft, almost forgiving glow.
I let myself sit in it for a moment. In him.
Then reality creeps in, as it always does.
Robyn’s face flashes behind my eyes. The warehouse lists. Leads that keep dissolving into nothing. The gaping hole she left in my life that no amount of blood has managed to fill. We’re closer, I can feel it, but closer still means more searching. More lies. More dark corners.
Roman’s breath ghosts across the back of my neck, it is warm and steady, as he nuzzles in and pulls me out of my spiral. I shiver as he presses a lazy kiss beneath my ear and I feel him, hard and unapologetic, nudging against me as he groans low in his chest. I huff out a quiet laugh.
“You’re insatiable,” I murmur.
“Mmm.” His hand slides higher on my waist, as his fingers flex like he’s testing his claim. “Morning, Tinkerbell,” his voice is rough with sleep.
I try to roll away, but he only tightens his hold, pulling me back until I’m flush against him.
The mattress dips as he shifts and suddenly I’m flipped onto my back.
A squeak slips from my lips as my hair fans across the pillow.
His hard body braces above mine, his overly large cock pressing into my heat.
Roman’s eyes settle on mine as he blinks away sleep.
His hand comes up, pushing a strand of hair from my face as his thumb strokes my cheek.
I smile, teasing him as my hips rock against his cock, but he doesn’t move.
He just watches me, his weight pinning me in place.
The heat of him seeps into my skin, into my bones, until I can feel it humming beneath the surface.
My pulse flutters low in my stomach. I rock my hips again, testing him, teasing until the friction sends a sharp spark up my spine and I bite back a moan.
My body reacts before my pride does, heat pooling in my pussy as my nerves wake.
“You think that’s all this is?” he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep but steadier now.
“All what is?” I say, a small smile pulling at my lips as I try to reach him, but he pulls away.
I frown.
“It’s not just sex,” he says quietly, lowering his forehead to mine.
Roman’s jaw tightens slightly as his thumb drifts from my cheek to my lower lip, tracing the curve and my breath catches at the look in his eye. My teasing fades. His hand slides to the side of my face, holding me there.
“I love you, sweet little Tinkerbell.”
The words hit harder than any touch. They ripple through me until my chest feels too tight to contain it. My heart stumbles and my throat burns.
“I’m addicted to your mind,” he continues, his eyes never leaving mine. “To the way you think. The way you fight. The way you don’t bend for anyone.” His thumb presses lightly against my pulse. “Your body drives me insane, yeah. But it’s you in here,” he taps my temple gently, “that ruins me.”
“Ro…” I whisper.
My fingers curl into his shoulders, grounding myself in the solid reality of him.
I want to say it back. I feel it burning, ready to spill.
My heart stutters as he searches my face like he’s waiting for something, like maybe he expects me to laugh again, to deflect it. And for a second, I almost do.
Instead, he cups my face and kisses me.
It isn’t slow. It isn’t careful. Our teeth crash together as we both try to consume one another.
Roman’s hands move over my body until he reaches my breast, squeezing hard as I moan into his mouth and he answers with a groan.
I fumble, trying to reach his cock to guide him inside me, but he shifts slightly and I whine.
A month ago, I would have been embarrassed by that noise, but I’ve seen the crazed look Roman gets when I make those desperate sounds.
Without fanfare, he ties me to the bed with quick, practiced movements. My arms are strapped to either side and my legs are pulled wide open as he looks down at me, hunger burning in his eyes as he licks his lips. Leaning over my body, he opens the bedside table and grabs something from inside.
“I’m having you, all of you, Fae. I can’t wait any longer.”
The statement confuses me. I’m not sure what more he wants from me, but as I go to open my mouth, Roman pitches forward with what looks like an O-ring gag.
My body shivers. He’s never used this on me before, but I had enough training to know exactly what it is.
Quickly, he pushes the metal ring, shaped like a large O, into my mouth and brings the black leather strap behind my hair before tightening it securely.
The intrusion is welcome and my body automatically relaxes at the metallic taste.
My tongue moves without permission, testing the space as saliva builds in my throat while I try to swallow.
Roman leans back on his heels, checking the strap and ring with surgical precision before shoving two fingers into the back of my throat. The intrusion makes me gag automatically and he pulls them out. Repeating it, he holds his fingers there longer this time and my lower body starts to hum.
Roman begins to withdraw his fingers, then pushes them back in again, fucking my throat with them until every nerve ending in my body feels alive. Giving this kind of power to anyone else would send me into a panic, but with Roman it just awakens something inside me.
I can already feel my pussy getting wetter and I try to wiggle for friction, but the restraints stop me. Roman must see something he likes because his dark eyes glow as he takes me in.
“Mmm, you like this, don’t you,” he murmurs, still fucking my throat with his fingers. “Christ, Fae, you’re perfect for me.”
I moan, trying to lift my hips to ease the tension building between my legs, but Roman uses his free hand to wet his fingers with my saliva before dragging them down to my sensitive nipples.
He keeps fucking my throat while he teases my breasts, shifting from sharp pinches to slow circles until my body feels like it’s going to snap.
Tears slip down my cheeks and my nose runs, for a moment I wonder how ruined I must look to him, but when I glance up, he’s watching me with something close to reverence.
Closing my eyes, I sink into the sensation, letting him play my body like a guitar. A warm, wet heat brushes over my breast and I whimper, then moan, before a sharp bite slices across the same spot.
I scream and my eyes fly open as I look down.
“That’s my girl. All fire and no fear,” Roman growls. Possession settles across his features as he sucks and bites at my nipple, moving between them.
“You need to cum for me, little one. We aren’t moving on until you do.”
I whimper as he pulls back, reaching for something out of my sight. I don’t see what it is until a searing pain radiates across my breast. I want to grit my teeth, but the gag stops me. Instead I scream “fuck,” the word coming out garbled.
The same pain hits my other breast and I try to breathe through it as I realise he’s attached clamps to each nipple.
A thin chain links them and when I meet Roman’s eyes, his mouth tilts into a smirk before he tugs on it.
The pain spikes, then shifts, softening into a heat that blooms low in my stomach.
It feels connected, like a direct line to my pussy, and when Roman brushes my clit, I detonate.
It hits me without warning, a snap of tension that shatters straight through my core.
My back arches before I even understand what’s happening.
It’s sharp and consuming, so intense it almost tips into pain before softening into something molten.
My pulse roars in my ears as my hand clutches at the sheets like they’re the only solid thing in the world.
It feels like I’m falling and exploding at the same time.
I’m barely conscious when I feel my body jostle. Roman quickly unstraps my ankles and wrists as I lie there in a puddle of pleasure and pain, trying to swallow the saliva gathering in my throat.
“We’re not done, little one,” he commands and I shiver at the intensity in his voice.
Lying like a ragdoll, I let my eyes close as I feel things being attached to my ankles and wrists. It’s crazy how much I trust him. There was never a time before him that I allowed a man this much power over me, yet with Roman, it isn’t just about giving it to him, it’s about wanting to.
My left leg is pulled up and I hear the click of something.
Curiously, I open my eyes and see my left ankle and wrist strapped in orange leather.
Distantly, I realise it’s my favourite colour.
In the centre of the cuffs are metal clips.
I test the hold before realising my ankle has been secured to my wrist. I can’t move.
I go to shift my right side but Roman is already there, using his strength to overpower my relaxed body as he clips my right ankle and wrist together too.
I’m in a frog pose, my pussy wide open for him as spit dribbles from the O-ring gag. Whimpering, I feel arousal stir low in my stomach again and watch as Roman groans, grabbing his cock.
“Look at you,” he mutters, “still strong, even like this.”
In one quick move, he flips me over so my arse is pushed into the air and my head drops onto the pillow. Drool spills from my open mouth as I moan, feeling the hot, thick head of his cock press at my entrance.
With a single thrust, he sheaths himself inside me. He’s so big that every part of my pussy stretches to take him.