Chapter 17 #2
Roman pressed me against the study door, the cold wood against my back. His hand slipped under my shirt, fingertips grazing the skin at my waist, moving upward.
I shivered. A tingling current shot up from where he touched me, making my head spin.
I was already wet.
When his fingers reached that place, a low moan escaped my throat.
"Feel that?" He pressed his forehead against mine, his breath hot on my face. "I'm jealous as hell."
I couldn't speak. I could only bite my lip hard, trying not to cry out.
His fingers pushed inside me, slow and deliberate, and I gasped against his mouth. He swallowed the sound, his other hand sliding up to cup my breast through my bra, thumb circling my nipple until it hardened into a tight, aching peak.
"Roman," I broke away, panting. "Someone could—"
"Let them." He kissed down my neck, teeth scraping skin with just enough pressure to send sparks racing down my spine. "Let them hear who you belong to."
His fingers moved faster, curling inside me just right, stroking that sensitive spot with expert precision, and my hips bucked involuntarily. Heat coiled tight in my belly, building with every thrust of his hand. I was close, so close.
He pulled his hand away.
I whimpered at the loss, my body clenching around nothing, desperate and empty, and he smirked against my collarbone. "Not yet."
Before I could protest, he dropped to his knees, yanked down my pants and underwear in one motion, and threw my leg over his shoulder.
"Roman, what are you—oh God!"
His mouth was on me, tongue sliding through my slick folds with long, hungry strokes, and I nearly collapsed.
My hands flew to his hair, gripping hard as he licked and sucked, obscene wet sounds filling the quiet study.
The heat of his breath and the velvet drag of his tongue made my thighs quiver uncontrollably.
"You taste so fucking good," he muttered against me, the vibration making me moan louder. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me steady as I trembled on the edge of sanity.
When he pushed two fingers back inside me and sealed his lips around my clit, sucking rhythmically, I shattered. My orgasm crashed through me in powerful waves, and I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to muffle my cries as pleasure flooded every nerve.
Roman worked me through it, tongue gentle now, lapping softly until I was shaking and oversensitive, every flick sending aftershocks rippling through me.
He stood slowly, lips glistening, eyes dark with raw hunger. "My turn."
I sank to my knees, fumbling with his belt. My hands were still shaking. He helped me, shoving his pants down, and his cock sprang free—thick and hard and already leaking precum at the tip.
I wrapped my hand around him, and he hissed through his teeth. "Leah."
I leaned forward and took him in my mouth, savoring the salty, masculine taste of him.
"Fuck," he groaned, one hand tangling in my hair. Not pushing, just holding. "Just like that."
I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, and he cursed in Russian. I didn't understand the words, but the ragged edge to his voice sent another wave of heat through me, making me even wetter.
His hips started moving, shallow thrusts, and I relaxed my throat, letting him in further. Tears pricked my eyes but I didn't stop. I wanted this—wanted to make him lose control the way he'd just made me lose mine, to feel him unravel completely.
"Leah, I'm going to..." His voice broke off in a low groan.
Suddenly he pulled out, breathing hard. Before I could process, he bent down, swept me up in his arms with effortless strength, and strode to the desk.
With one arm, he cleared the surface—papers, pens, folders scattering across the floor.
"Roman!" I gasped. "The documents—"
"I don't give a fuck about documents." He laid me down on the desk, spreading my legs wide. "I've got more important things to do."
He positioned himself at my entrance, looking down at me with eyes so intense I could barely breathe, his cock nudging my soaked folds teasingly.
"You're mine," he said, voice rough with need. "Say it."
"I'm yours," I whispered, arching up to him.
He pushed inside in one hard thrust, and we both groaned. He filled me completely, stretching me perfectly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to take him deeper, every inch igniting fresh pleasure.
"Again," he demanded, pulling out slowly and slamming back in with force.
"I'm yours!" I cried out, past caring who might hear, the words dissolving into moans.
He set a brutal pace, the desk creaking beneath us. His injured shoulder didn't slow him down—if anything, he seemed more desperate, like he needed to claim me, mark me, make me his in every possible way. The slap of skin on skin echoed, mingling with our ragged breaths.
"You drive me insane," he growled, leaning down to capture my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. "You walk around this house, smiling at everyone, and I want to lock you in my room where only I can see you."
His words, his possession, the feeling of him moving inside me—it was too much. I felt another orgasm building fast, coiling tighter with every thrust.
"Roman, I'm going to—"
"Give it to me, babe," he ordered, reaching between us to rub my clit in firm circles. "Let me feel it."
I obeyed, crying out his name as pleasure tore through me in blinding waves. He followed seconds later, burying himself deep and groaning as he filled me with hot pulses.
I lay limp in his arms, unable to lift a finger.
We pressed against each other, neither speaking, just gasping for air. I closed my eyes, feeling Roman's heartbeat against my chest.
After a long moment, Roman bent down and scooped me up.
I automatically wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in his chest, still floating in the aftermath. My head felt fuzzy. He carried me to the long couch in the study, laid me down carefully, then stretched out behind me, pulling me tight against him.
His arm circled me, palm resting on my stomach.
I could feel his chin propped on my shoulder, his warm breath falling on the skin behind my ear.
Then, in my ear, word by word, he spoke.
"Now. Did you find your answer?"
My heart seized.
A premonition—something I'd hoped for too long but never dared confirm—made me hold my breath.
"Remember, you're mine," he said, biting my earlobe. "I should brand every inch of your skin with the Volkov name. Every breath you take, every beat of your heart—it all belongs to me. Understand?"
Tears flooded my eyes again.
I flipped around suddenly, cupped Roman's face, and kissed him hard on the mouth.
"You idiot. Seriously. You totally ruined my first confession."
But I didn't care. I didn't care at all.