21. Fae #2
My answer comes out as a quiet whimper that is swallowed by his lips before I moan loudly into his mouth.
He gently pulls my underwear down until I’m bare for him.
Roman sits back on his heels in between my legs as he looks down at my pussy with awe.
He licks his lips as he probes my entrance with his thick digit and breaks through my barrier with a rough growl.
My body arches into the sensation as he adds another and his eyes flick to mine.
I shudder at the sensation before his fingers spread apart inside me, creating a V shape.
“Yes,” I hiss at the stretch.
Roman twists his hand, pushing those two digits further, making sure he makes gentle stroking motions against my sweet spot. His gaze bounces from my wet cunt to my eyes like he can’t work out what he wants to look at more.
“Fuck,” I moan at the tingle.
Roman leans down, his hand still working between my thighs.
The loud sounds of my moans and wetness fill the space around us as my body ripples beneath him.
Every movement of his fingers sends another pulse of warmth through me.
His breath brushes across my lips as he hovers there, close enough that I can feel the tension running through him.
He just watches me fall apart through hooded eyes.
“God… you feel perfect,” he mutters.
His forehead presses against mine as his eyes close.
Then his mouth finds mine again, the kiss is claiming and insistent as the last of his restraint slips away.
A rush of heat tightens low in my stomach.
My back arches as the sensation breaks, spreading through my body in pulses that make my fingers clutch at Roman’s shoulders.
I cry out my orgasm as my body shakes with the aftershocks.
It feels like something inside me has been set alight, leaving warm relief in its wake.
Roman’s name falls from my lips in a broken whisper as my head tilts back, the world narrowing to the feel of his arms around me as he holds me steady.
“Do you know how fucking sexy you are when you come, Tinkerbell?” A strained breath leaves him. “I could watch you for a lifetime and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
“Please,” I mumble, “I need your cock inside me.”
Roman lets out a growl as he positions himself, “It’s been a while, little one. I don’t want to hurt you,” he says slowly before grabbing the base of his cock and lining himself up.
The dull, thick edge of him notches at my entrance, and we share a groan as he breaches me and forces his way in. My body tingles as he stretches me and my wide eyes go straight to him. Roman grits his teeth as he freezes and his chest moves with deep inhales.
“You need to let me in, Tink,” he growls before pushing in a little more and we both moan at the sensation.
God, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed the feeling of him filling me, the slow stretch of his body against mine, the strange mix of pain and warmth that only ever belongs to him.
A quiet whimper slips from my throat as the sensation builds, that familiar burn making my fingers tighten against his shoulders.
Roman stills the second he hears it. His eyes darken as he watches my face carefully, his tongue dragging slowly across his bottom lip, the wild edge in his expression barely restrained.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Relax for me, I’m nearly in.”
“I… fuck,” the words fall apart before I can finish the thought as the sensation of him filling me further steals the rest of my breath.
Roman leans down, capturing my mouth with his. The kiss is deep and grounding as he draws my focus back to him and pushes in a little more.
“That’s it, little one.” His hand slides up my side as he holds me there. “You’re doing so well.”
I feel my muscles slowly loosening under him and he pushes in the rest of the way with one brutal thrust. I cry out at the intrusion. Roman drops his forehead against mine and his fingers lace through mine against the sheets.
“Are you okay?” he asks quietly.
Instead of answering with words I push back gently against him, tightening my grip on his hand as my body adjusts. The movement pulls a low sound from his chest, his jaw tightening as he watches my face carefully.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing across my knuckles. “Tell me if anything hurts.”
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” I shake my head.
A possessive edge flicks through his eyes before he pulls back and drives forward again. The movement is harder this time, the contrast between the softness in his gaze and the force of his body almost dizzying.
Roman’s hands tighten around my hips as he leans back, adjusting the angle of my pelvis with practiced ease until the next slow thrust pulls a sharp gasp from my lungs. The stretch of him is deep and overwhelming, the steady pressure of his body making every nerve in mine spark to life.
I bite down on my lip to stop the cry building in my throat as he finds the rhythm that makes my back arch beneath him.
A strained sound leaves him, matching the quiet noises I can’t quite hold back as he moves.
His hand lifts briefly from my hip before drifting to my stomach as his palm spreads there.
It’s something he’s always done but the gesture feels different now.
His touch lingers with a slow, possessive warmth.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he says through gritted teeth as his thrusts get harder. “Seeing you like this… carrying my child.”
I shiver at the possessiveness and power behind his thrusts.
“It drives me insane.” Thrust.
“My woman,” he growls.
“My baby.” Thrust.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Tink.” Thrust.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much,” his voice breaks as he leans down over me.
His cock keeps moving deeper, harder, like he’s trying to erase every inch of distance that ever existed between us.
He hits deep inside me at the same time his pelvis brushes my clit.
The intensity of it pulls a sharp sound from my throat.
The rhythm of his body pressing against mine makes my head tilt back into the pillows.
The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure and emotion tangled so tightly together I can’t separate them anymore as he keeps fucking me.
Tears slip quietly from the corners of my eyes.
Roman notices immediately. His mouth brushes my temple first, then my cheek, the corner of my lips, as soft kisses scatter across my skin between the steady movement of his body.
When another tear falls, he catches it gently, his tongue brushing it away with surprising tenderness that sends a different shiver through me.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers against my skin. “I’ve got you.”
I feel the first flutter deep inside me, the unmistakable pull of another climax building low in my body.
The sensation rises, tightening through my stomach before spilling outward in a rush that makes my body tremble beneath him.
The wave breaks over me in warm, pulsing bursts that leave me shaking.
“Ro!” I cry out.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “Just like that.”
For weeks, my body belonged to fear, to pain, to men who treated it like something they had the right to take piece by piece.
Now, every movement between us feels like the opposite of that.
Roman’s form shifts above me, his breathing growing heavier as the tension in his body finally starts to break.
His head drops briefly against my shoulder as a low groan leaves his chest. His grip on my hips tightens painfully as the rhythm of his body falters.
I feel the hot spurts of his release coat me as a shudder runs through him, even as he holds me closer, like he’s grounding himself in the feel of me beneath him.
“You’re safe,” he murmurs softly against my neck. “You hear me?”
“I know.” My fingers tighten around his.
“My girl,” he whispers.
He rolls off me and the sudden emptiness pulls a whimper from my throat before I can stop it. His hand slides back across my side, drawing me closer again as he settles beside me. His palm drifts over my stomach once more as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to my mouth.
“And our baby.”
It feels like the sun has finally found its way through the dark clouds when he pulls back and smiles at me.
For so many years, I’ve been searching for somewhere to belong, somewhere that felt safe enough to live and come home.
But as I lie beside him, it dawns on me…
I never needed a place to call home. I just needed him.