Chapter 54
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
Romeo
I sat on the end of the bed, my elbows resting on my thighs, hands clasped together tightly as my head hung down low. Every muscle in my body was tense, coiled like a spring ready to snap.
The sound of the water running in the adjoining bathroom was going to be the absolute death of me.
My mind couldn’t stop conjuring vivid, tortuous visions of Fiona Dubois—my wife— in the shower just a few feet away.
Crystal clear water sliding down her pale, flawless skin, arms raised up gracefully as she washed that long, silky hair.
Her perfect tits pushed out, glistening and wet, waiting for me. Beckoning me.
It was so damn hard to hold myself back from bursting through that door. And my dick was so damn hard it was physically painful.
The sound of the bathroom door opening in the quiet room had my head snapping up instantly. I’d been so completely caught up in the fantasy playing out in my head that I hadn’t even heard the shower turn off.
Time seemed to stop.
Fiona stood in the doorway in front of me wearing nothing but a thin white towel wrapped around her body. Her damp hair fell in waves over her shoulders, droplets of water still clinging to her skin. She looked like a goddamn angel.
“Fiona, baby, I’m hangin’ by a fuckin’ thread here.” My voice came out rough, strained with the effort of restraint.
She stepped closer, deliberately slow, her eyes locking on mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.
My legs opened automatically, allowing her to step between them.
My body was no longer mine to control—it belonged to her completely.
It listened to her commands; obeyed her every silent wish.
“We’re married, Jasper. It’s time to let go.” Her voice was soft but sure, dripping with invitation.
“I don’t want to scare you, baby.” My fists tighten against my knees. “I know you ain’t a virgin,” I looked up into her eyes. “But I know you don’t have much experience.”
“Teach me, Jasper.” She stared down at me with so much fucking love in her eyes. “Show me why they call you Romeo.”
The towel dropped to the floor in a whisper of fabric, and my hands moved without conscious permission, reaching out and grabbing her ass firmly, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between us.
My mouth latched hungrily onto her nipple, and the taste of her skin, still warm and fresh from the shower, flooded my senses.
She gasped, her fingers threading through my hair, gripping tight. The sound went straight to my cock. I sucked harder, teeth grazing the sensitive peak, marking her. Mine. Every inch of her was mine to taste, to claim, to fucking own.
My hands squeezed her ass, spreading her cheeks as I pulled her closer still, wanting her to feel how hard she made me. How desperate. How fucking gone I was for her.
This woman. This perfect, infuriating woman who’d walked into my life and turned everything upside down, had no idea what she’d done to me. No idea that I’d burn the whole goddamn world down before I let anyone else touch her.
I switched to her other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention, my tongue circling before I sucked it into my mouth.
Her skin tasted like the vanilla bodywash she used, sweet and clean, and underneath that was just...
her. That taste that was uniquely Fiona, the one that made me lose my fucking mind.
“Jasper...” Her voice was breathy, needy.
I released her nipple with a wet pop and looked up at her. Those silver eyes were dark with lust, her lips parted, cheeks flushed. Fucking beautiful. She was so goddamn beautiful it hurt to look at her sometimes.
“Say it again,” I growled, my hands sliding up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. “Say my name again.”
“Jasper.” It came out as a whimper this time.
Good. I wanted her whimpering. Wanted her begging. Wanted her so far gone she couldn’t remember her own name, only mine.
I stood abruptly, my hands going to her waist, lifting her.
She wrapped her legs around me instinctively, and I turned, pressing her back against the wall.
Hard. The thud of her body hitting the surface made her gasp, and I swallowed the sound with my mouth, kissing her like I was trying to consume her.
Because I was. I wanted to devour every part of her, wanted to crawl inside her skin and live there. Wanted to mark her so thoroughly that everyone who looked at her would know she belonged to me.
My tongue invaded her mouth, claiming, dominating. She met me stroke for stroke, her nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt. The bite of pain only made me harder, making me press my hips against her, grinding my denim-clad cock against her bare pussy.
She was wet. I could feel the heat of her even through my jeans. Fuck. She was soaked for me.
I broke the kiss, both of us panting. “You feel that, baby? Feel how hard you make me? How fuckin’ crazy you drive me?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“I’ve been sittin’ out here losin’ my goddamn mind, thinkin’ about you in that shower. Thinkin’ about your hands on your body, wishin’ they were mine.” I rolled my hips again, making her moan. “Thinkin’ about bendin’ you over and fuckin’ you until you can’t walk straight.”
“Then do it,” she challenged, her eyes flashing. “Stop talking about it and do it.”
Christ. This woman was going to kill me.
I carried her to the bed, dropping her on the mattress. She bounced once, her tits jiggling, and I had to take a moment just to look at her. Sprawled out on my bed, naked, wet hair spread across the pillow, legs slightly parted, giving me a glimpse of her pink pussy.
She was finally mine.
All fucking mine.
I yanked my shirt over my head, tossing it aside, then went for my belt. Her eyes tracked every movement, darkening as I unbuckled, unzipped, then shoved my jeans and boxers down in one motion. My cock sprang free, hard and leaking, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
“Like what you see?” I asked, wrapping my hand around my shaft, stroking slowly.
“I do.” Her voice was husky, her gaze fixed on my hand moving up and down my length.
I climbed onto the bed, prowling over her like a predator. Because that was what I was. A predator who’d found his prey and had no intention of letting her escape.
I’d waited for this fucking moment for nearly a year.
I settled between her thighs, spreading them wider, opening her up for me. Her pussy was glistening, swollen and ready. I ran one finger through her folds, gathering her wetness, and she shuddered.
“So fuckin’ wet for me,” I murmured, bringing my finger to my mouth and sucking it clean. The taste of her exploded on my tongue, sweet and musky and addictive. “Taste so good, baby.”
“Jasper, please...”
“Please what?” I asked, sliding two fingers inside her, feeling her clench around me. So tight. So perfect. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you.”
“You got me, baby. You’ve had me since the moment I laid eyes on you.” I pumped my fingers slowly, watching her face contort with pleasure. “Tell me you want this, Ma Belle. Tell me you want me inside you.”
She hesitated for just a second, her cheeks flushing deeper, but her hips pushed down against my hand. “I want you,” she breathed. “I want you inside me.”
“How bad?” I curled my fingers, finding that spot that made her back arch. “Tell me.”
“Bad,” she gasped, her voice shaky. “Really bad, Jasper. I want—” She paused, swallowing hard.
“Don’t be shy, Cher. I want to hear those dirty words on your lips.”
Fiona may have given birth to a child, but she was so fucking innocent. She was also fucking bold; she just needed permission to do it.
She closed her eyes as the blushed deepened. “I want you... to fuck me.”
The words came out rough and uncertain, but they were hers. Not performed. Not scripted. Just honest need.
“Hard?” I asked, my voice low and rough.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”
Fuck yes.
I withdrew my fingers and positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her wetness. Every instinct screamed at me to slam inside her, to take what was mine, but I forced myself to go slow. To savor this moment.
I pushed in inch by inch, watching her face as I stretched her, filled her. Her mouth fell open, her eyes fluttering closed, and I felt her body adjust to accommodate me.
“Eyes on me, baby,” I commanded. “Want you lookin’ at me when I’m inside you. Want you to see who’s fuckin’ you. Who owns this pussy.”
Her eyes snapped open, locking with mine, and I pushed the rest of the way in, bottoming out. We both groaned at the sensation. She was so tight, so hot, gripping me like a vise.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Take all of me. Every fuckin’ inch.”
I pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, then slid back in. Hard. Just like she asked for. Her cry of pleasure was music to my ears.
I set a brutal pace, pounding into her, the headboard banging against the wall with each thrust. My hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as I fucked her. Claimed her. Made her mine in the most primal way possible.
This pussy, this body, this woman—all mine. No one else would ever touch her. No one else would ever make her feel like this. I’d make sure of it.
I could feel her tightening around me, her orgasm building. I reached between us, finding her clit and rubbing tight circles. She cried out, her hands twisting in the sheet.
“Come for me, Fiona,” I ordered. “Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel it.”
Her body went rigid, her pussy clamping down on me as she came, screaming my name. The sound of it, the feel of her coming apart beneath me, nearly sent me over the edge. But I wasn’t done with her yet. Not even close.
I pulled out, ignoring her whimper of protest, and flipped her over onto her stomach. I grabbed her hips, pulling her up onto her knees, ass in the air. Perfect. This position let me go deeper, let me take her harder.