Chapter 30 - Victoria
His lips trail my skin like it’s both the first and last time as sunlight pours in through the windows, bathing the bed in soft hues. His palms glide across my back, feeling and searching for every trigger point—every spot that makes me weak.
Roman’s been at it for at least half an hour already…slowly undressing me and kissing every inch of skin he can reach.
Laying on my front side with my cheek pressed into the pillow and my arms folded beneath it, I let go of the occasional hums and sighs.
His lips carefully move up my spine, leaving those light affections along the way, and his hands follow suit.
I shiver the higher up he gets, and then I feel another kiss against the back of my neck before he whispers against it.
“You look beautiful like this…all laid out for me.”
Those words and the heat behind them send a thrill down my spine, stoking that need from deep within me.
I hum as he reaches down again, ghosting his fingers along and causing more goosebumps to rise along my body.
“Even while we’re both exhausted?”
He chuckles at this, kissing along my shoulder before slowly parting my thighs, drawing out the anticipation. “Especially then.”
I smile into the pillow, focusing on his every touch while my eyes stay closed.
“I love you…”
Without needing to think about it, Roman presses his lips against my cheek. “I love you too…and I’m going to show you just how much…”
Another excited spark runs down my back, following his touch, while Roman drops his fingers beneath the apex of my thighs, just barely tracing over me.
My breath hitches at the subtle contact, swallowing hard as my body instinctively reacts.
After all of his light teasing and touching so far, I’m more than ready for him, but I know he isn’t done just yet.
“For the time being, you’re completely mine…and neither of us is going anywhere.”
The promise behind it only intensifies as he adds more pressure, gliding his finger through my heat.
I feel the low sound of satisfaction that moves through him and into my back the moment he feels just how much I want him already, and a breathless moan slips from my lips.
“I’ll never get tired of this,” he murmurs, kissing down my back while he continues gently rubbing against me.
Every circle and stroke of his fingers pulls more of those soft sounds from me and pushes me closer to a state of absolute need.
And by the time he leans in, spreading me open farther, the breath catches in my throat at the first swipe of his tongue against my core.
My jaw goes slack while he works at my opening, using his fingers to agonizingly slowly roll against my clit. Another shiver ripples through me, and I hum, wanting and needing more.
Roman groans against me, kissing my sensitive flesh. “You’re always so perfect for me…”
Every word he manages to get out in between those sinful ministrations only eggs me on further, making me grip the sheets alongside the way he pours so much attention into pleasuring me.
As my moans start to pick up, and I can’t help but move my hips against him, his sounds become even more guttural, and his pace quickens, lapping against me like he truly can’t get enough.
The pressure builds within me, but even more so, my impatience reaches its peak.
“Roman…please,” I utter, shifting subtly beneath his touch.
He hums. “What do you need?”
“More…”
Already well aware and surely feeling it himself, Roman moves up my body again, leaving more urgent, open-mouthed kisses in his wake. He settles over top of me, gently propping one thigh up despite his desire taking over.
“I won’t make either of us wait then,” he says, voice gravely from holding back.
My eyes flutter at the feeling of him rubbing against me from behind, stimulating so many nerve endings at once. I grip the pillow, bracing myself for those usual sensations I’ve come to depend on.
To my absolute relief, a quiet gasp gets caught in my throat as he pushes inside me, and then gently presses forward.
Every inch sends me spiraling further and further into that place of mind-numbing bliss, and I can’t hold back a single moan. My jaw drops, and a deep shudder tears through me.
Roman curses under his breath as he sinks in, gripping my hip and thigh tighter while we both sit in that moment, further heightening every second of being one. His body surrounds me completely, feeling both comforting and enticing all at the same time.
Nothing in the world can bring me that level of fulfillment…or that kind of carnal lust.
He always had a way of bringing that near desperation out in me, and no part of me is prepared to complain.
The moment Roman starts to move, pulling more moans and gasps from both of us, the pleasantly suffocating fog fills my head all over again, triggering pure instinct.
Groaning for him, I grip the pillow harder, only for his hand to slide against mine while our fingers lace together. Despite my tight squeeze on his hand, he doesn’t complain.
Instead, he thrusts slower and deeper, personally drawing each sound from me like it’s his job—he certainly treats it that way.
Every stroke sends shockwave after shockwave through me, making my thighs tremble each time.
Losing myself to how incredible it all feels, my pants nearly sync up with his, and I can’t see anything but stars behind my eyes. Every rut against me pushes me closer and closer to the brink, and no part of me wants it to end. Not while his rapt attention has me clinging to each drop of pleasure.
Before long, we’re both far too eager and moving desperately, chasing after the high that’s so addictive that we can’t help but return to it again and again. By now, every thrust comes with a tidal wave of sensations so intense that I can’t hold anything back.
With him, I don’t want to either. Not when he knows exactly what I need every time.
As my vision starts to blur and my throat feels raw from encouraging him on, my whole body tenses, and I can see that precipice up ahead. Then, my breath catches once he slips a hand beneath me and rubs at my clit again.
Immediately, I can’t take it. It’s too much.
The tension within me finally snaps, and I clench around him, coming undone while I cry out into the pillow.
Roman’s groan only heightens the experience while his hips stutter until he stills against me, chasing my release with his own, not once letting go of me.
A familiar warmth fills me inside out, and I’m left panting against the pillow while the aftershocks make me tremble faintly.
The bedroom air is hot and sticky, but with those pleasant, feel-good hormones moving through me, I don’t want to be anywhere else.
While he covers me from above, pressing his face against my back, Roman catches his breath with a reverence that makes me feel like the most important person in his entire life.
Then, he forces out a deep breath and drops beside me, hooking an arm around me to pull me in again.
When his lips find mine again, I melt into them and let my fingers run through his hair, silently admiring how the strands feel between them.
“You’re going to be the death of me one day,” he hums against my lips, wearing a blissed-out grin while keeping me close.
Smiling back, I savor the heat exchanged between us. “Not a day soon, I hope.”
He chuckles and slowly strokes my back, making sure those tingles never end for me. “You can’t get rid of me that easily…certainly not when we have a lot more of this to busy ourselves with.”
The thought alone makes me shiver, and despite our usual responsibilities, I can’t help but want more of it, and I blame him for it.
“Good…that better be a promise.”
His words press against my neck while he speaks in between kisses, tone low and sensual. “Of course it is. As many times as you want…as many different ways as you want it…”
Humming quietly, I close my eyes, drinking in the pure feelings of euphoria that surround me.
Then, before we get any further, a familiar cry comes through the monitor next to the bed, making us both pause.
With the reminder that we aren’t entirely free to spend all day in bed doing what we want anyway, Roman sighs and presses one last kiss against my lips.
“Duty calls.”
He hums. “At least he had the decency to wait until we were finished…”
We both chuckle at that, and while it might seem like an unwelcome interruption, neither of us is overly bothered by it. Not since we’ve long embraced our new reality.
So long as we do it together, every less-than-ideal moment of parenthood feels just as fulfilling as the best ones.
“I’ve got it…you stay in bed,” Roman offers, shuffling out of bed before grabbing his boxers and pulling them on. Standing, he goes to the other side and then pauses before returning and placing another kiss against my cheek with a warm smile. “I’ll be back.”
Feeling warm all over, I nod and watch as he hurries off to check the little one.
Eventually, those cries die down once Roman reaches the nursery, leaving me to lay in silence long enough to make me restless.
After a few minutes and deciding I’d rather be with them both, I get up, wrap my robe around myself, and exit the bedroom.
Unable to help myself, I don’t want to miss a thing—big or small.
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THE END