Chapter 14 - Victoria #2
“You could’ve had this already,” I murmur, nearly losing my mind while he kisses down the front of me, letting his hands follow. When he reaches my navel, I reach for his head and run my fingers through his hair.
A rough, almost animalistic sound escapes him while he trails his tongue down further and further until he stops to nip at my hip. “I know…but the timing wasn’t right.”
Struggling to form words, it takes my head an extra moment to catch up as I’m far too distracted by his lips on me. “Now it is?”
“Fuck yes,” he utters, hooking his fingers in my waistband before pulling my bottoms down. His eyes drink me in completely, baring me to him.
I have every chance to try and stop him…to stop this before it’s too late. But I don’t.
Instead, I pant quietly while I feel his hands all over me, mapping out my thighs and creeping up along the sensitive skin there. I close my eyes and allow myself to drift.
“And now, I’m going to possess you completely,” Roman says without hesitation while he leans in, wrapping an arm around one of my thighs.
The breath catches in my throat the moment I feel it…the second his tongue brushes along my clothed core.
The sensations ripple through me, making me flinch from the intensity. My shaky exhale doesn’t get missed by him.
He hums, pressing his thumb against the front of me, lightly pushing the fabric into my sensitive flesh. He licks at me again, wearing a satisfied grin.
At the persistent yet teasing touch, I squirm, both feeling the need to pull away and also wanting more. “Roman…”
“Yes, wife?”
I swallow hard and glance down at him, taking in the tattoos along his upper back and the way he looks up at me knowingly…tauntingly.
“Don’t tease me.”
“No?” He asks with a mischievous edge while he slowly rotates his thumb over my slit. His breath fans over my heat. “But it’s amusing…and watching how you writhe for me after doing so little is…captivating to watch.”
His words make me shiver, and I can’t decide if I hate or love this side of him.
“Damn you.”
Roman chuckles, then slowly edges the fabric to the side before leaning in again. “Yes, damn me…”
My eyes close instinctively at the brush of his tongue—raw and unobstructed by any fabric. The moan catches in my throat, and I can’t find it in me to care how pathetic it suddenly sounds…How I can’t be bothered to try and hide its effect on me.
Seemingly satisfied by the reaction, he continues, lapping at me while gripping both thighs.
It doesn’t take long for me to squirm even more for him, silently begging for more while my fingers tangle in his hair.
He’s shameless about it…absolutely as shameless and indulgent as I imagined he’d be. At first, he’s mostly methodical about his movements, but as he goes on, fuelled by my sounds of encouragement, every touch becomes messier and driven by pure need.
I lose track of the moans and sighs that escape me while I allow myself to let go and take it all in…to let him consume me as intended.
I have no more restraint left. No desire to resist. I just want him and his mouth and the bliss he’s promising.
With my thighs slightly pushed up, Roman groans against me before kissing up my body and neck with his eyes nearly blown with desire and unrestrained need.
“Is this what you want?” He asks, voice ragged while he kisses the corner of my mouth.
Still vaguely trembling from his ministrations, I nod and hum. I reach for him, guiding him closer. “Yes…please. Don’t you dare stop now.”
At my confirmation, his lips pull into a grin, and he kisses me deeply. At the same time, he reaches for his belt. It rattles faintly while it’s undone, then his button and zipper follow, and soon enough, he kicks his pants off entirely.
“Don’t worry, I’m not planning on giving you anything short of exactly what you need,” Roman says, removing his black briefs with ease before settling in between my legs.
A shudder moves through me the moment I feel him slot himself in my thighs, and my breath catches with the quiet tear of my panties.
I blink back at him in surprise, but he casts the ripped material aside without a care, then leans in and kisses me hard.
My head spins with the brush of his length against me, and nothing could’ve prepared me for that immediate jolt of pleasure as he bumps against my clit.
Whimpering into the kiss, I can hardly stand the wait. Then, with a subtle adjustment, Roman presses in.
Our breath catches at the same time, pausing to savor the rippling sensations…then it’s immediate ecstasy.
“Jesus Christ…” he utters against my lips while he enters me slowly, grazing everywhere at once for the first time. He braces himself against the bed and grabs my thigh, hooking it around his hip. Another groan slips from him as he gradually starts to move. “God…Victoria…”
I’m too stunned to form any words. Instead, a full-body shudder moves through me, and I immediately start to drift…losing myself to every feeling. Every wave of heat.
My fingers dig into his back, able to feel every twitch and flex of his muscles. With my eyes shut, I arch for him, letting my moans and gasps speak for me.
With a grunt, Roman thrusts a bit deeper, building and building his pace until he finds a rhythm that has us both grappling at each other, unable to get enough.
It’s all burning lust and uncoordinated need, but everything about it feels so right. So blindingly intense that everything else ceases to exist.
“Roman…” I murmur as my voice breaks with another moan. I card my fingers through his hair and lightly pull on the strands, hoping for any kind of tether to reality.
But as he keeps it up, pushing us both closer to the edge, I don’t see any point in staying grounded. Not when he pumps me full of crackling electricity. Not while my body becomes completely consumed by the never-ending hunger for more.
Our breaths mingle as our lips collide, sending my mind spiraling. At the same time, Roman delves deeper, giving me everything we’ve been denying ourselves.
The room shrinks as our sounds fill it, along with the overwhelming heat and passion.
I grip him like my life depends on it, letting his body guide me closer, and before I know it, the coiling tension pulls tighter and tighter within me, and I’m not willing to hold back.
As the kiss breaks and he focuses on driving his hips into me, I arch away from the bed, feeling my thighs start to tremble.
Immediately, he catches on, lowering a hand to the apex of my thighs. He rubs against me deftly, offering me far too many sensations to focus on at once.
“That’s it…you’re right on the brink,” Roman murmurs against my lips, nipping at my lower one. “Let go for me.”
The combination of his strokes, the tracing of his thumb, and the heat behind his words is too much for me to handle, and it all makes me snap.
At once, my entire body tenses while I clench around him, and I see nothing but stars and the crest of oblivion. My nails dig into his back, and with a broken cry, I come undone.
Like a catalyst, the pressure of my inner walls around him sends Roman toppling all the same, and he drops his face to my neck, groaning as his thrusts falter. He tenses, hits that high point, then gives way to the bliss right alongside my own.
His warmth surrounds me while he rides it out, arms bracing himself on either side of me.
Completely boneless, I sit in that afterglow, struggling to focus on anything other than his presence and the high he just offered me on a silver platter.
“Beautiful…” Roman murmurs, gathering himself enough to move to my side and pull me closer, tucking me against his body.
He’s all hot skin and muscle, and everything about it makes me feel surprisingly safe.
Even if my breaths have started to even out again, I can’t find the words to say. I can’t possibly express the heights I just reached.
Instead, I focus on his warmth and the fulfillment that will surely stick with me for a long time to come.
I don’t care about the potential consequences…not when it felt so good.