30. Tessa
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TESSA
R omeo smashed his lips to mine. Our teeth clashed. His tongue speared into my mouth with such a rough demand that I gasped and tried to keep up.
When I told him to use me, to use my body for the rage that still had him shaking, I thought I knew what I was asking for. For a hard fuck. A twisted turn in the sheets with his desire out of this world with the fear I assumed he felt at seeing that guard manhandling me.
It might have only been the rage, though, because I’d never seen him this feral and fierce.
But I wouldn’t retreat.
I wouldn’t take back my offer.
This man was my everything, and I was bound and determined to show him that I wasn’t a fickle lover. That I wouldn’t cringe and hide when the going got tough.
I accepted him for all he was. When he was considerate and generous. And also when he was rough and deliriously imbalanced on the thin lines of anger and desire.
I loved him, truly and wholly. Even if I wasn’t an official Constella. Even if I was just a woman he was fucking for a while.
My heart would remain true to him, and I intended to prove it now.
“I need you,” he said once he broke the kiss.
I wheezed and panted, catching my breath with the abrasive but addicting press of his mouth on mine.
I nodded the best I could with his hand on the back of my skull, his fingers twisted into my hair. “I’m all yours, Romeo.” However you want me.
My heart cracked at the desperate look in his eyes. Like he was stuck in this horrid residue of violence and danger, this razored edge of right and wrong, both of them getting twisted into a complicated bind.
He clenched his teeth as he growled, then kissed me harder. When he parted again, both of us ragged for air again, he said, “Unzip me now.”
I hissed as he thrust me toward the floor. With his hands in my hair, his fingers curved around my head, he had the leverage to move me. I dropped to my knees and removed his pants and boxers from his waist, bracing for his dick in my mouth.
Sucking him off was a pleasure, but I was under no illusion that this would be easy.
Without further warning, he shoved his long, hard cock past my lips. All the way in. The head hit the back of my throat, and my eyes watered instantly.
He didn’t pull back. Instead, breathing hard as he stared down at me, he studied me with a carnal look of adoration.
Once I adjusted to the sudden intrusion, more of my senses kicked in to taunt me. The soft yet ridged surface of him. The salty hint of his pre-cum. Every bit of tension in his thighs as I held on to his legs.
Then, he moved, rearing back until he almost left my mouth, then slamming back in.
Used to his preference for hard and fast, I breathed through my nose and sucked him in, teasing him to give me all he had.
This wasn’t a gentle love-making. This wasn’t an explorative fuck. He needed to vent. To feel me. And I was proud to be here for it, to be the one he wanted and desired.
He thrust into me, hard and fast, and soon enough, I was moaning and furrowing my brow with the increasing need to come. Slick, sticky cream slid down my inner thighs, but I didn’t dare lower my hands to touch myself.
I’d offered myself to him. This was for him, and I could wait. I would wait. Besides, with the ferocity of his thrusts, if I let go of his thighs, I’d fall.
I didn’t have a reason to worry about that. Within the next moment, he pulled out and lifted me to toss me onto the bed. Being airborne dizzied me, but as I landed on the mattress and bounced, I rolled over to wait for what he wanted.
Or course, he wasn’t done yet. Of course, he wouldn’t come in my mouth and let it be over that quickly. He was still unhinged and starving for more of the intimate outlet I gave him.
“No.” He pushed at my hip, urging me to go back to my stomach.
I rolled over, getting onto my hands and knees as he crawled onto my bed.
All my senses were hyper-acute. I felt everything—the absence of him in me, anywhere. I heard his ragged breaths, coming out just as rapidly as mine were. I smelled my arousal and his too, but also that sharp scent of soap from our showers.
But when he pulled me back against him until I knelt in front of him, I reveled in the sight of his tanned arm snaking over my stomach, his tatted flesh such a contrast to my paler, ink-free skin. The muscles bulged as he held me up flush to him, and I shivered at the force of power he exuded. Against his chest, I was splayed wide open.
He didn’t keep me waiting. In one hard slam inside me, he penetrated my pussy. I groaned at the deep slide, but he kept going. Back and forth, he fucked me hard, harder than ever before. Like he was running from the demons in his mind, he pounded into me while locking his arm over my stomach.
“More, Romeo. Take me,” I chanted. Thoughts were impossible. I hardly knew what the hell I said, but it still wasn’t enough. His whole body, so hard and primed to fuck me all night long, was wired with too much darkness, too much anger.
“Fuck me harder, Romeo.”
He growled at my invitation to really unleash on me, and he did.
By pulling out and rubbing his dick along my ass crack, he hinted at how he could take this up a notch.
Then by pushing his slick cockhead at my rear entrance, he suggested what else he could try.
Fears of what those three men did to me didn’t surface. They lingered in the back of my mind. I figured they would always be there, repressed or locked away in compartments I didn’t need to revisit.
As Romeo leaned over to piston his fingers into my pussy, though, all I could think of was him. All I could focus on was the urgency to welcome him into me so he could push us both to the ultimate pleasure.
“Yes,” I said on a breathy exhale as he pushed his dick in higher.
We were close to the nightstand, giving him access to the toys in the drawer. When he reached over to open it up, he couldn’t grasp the handle.
“Get it out.” He pushed me until I leaned over, and while I was bent, he growled and fucked me harder. Not all the way. Every inch he slid in burned so deliciously, and I delayed opening the drawer.
It felt too good. Too raw. Too real, and I closed my eyes and hung my head low to savor the heat of what he did to me.
“You want it? You want me like this?” he demanded as I arched my back and thrust my ass higher in the air, presenting myself to him.
“I do. I want you.”
He responded by smacking my ass. “Get the vibrator,” he ordered as he gave me smaller, shallow thrusts into my ass.
He’d never seated himself there, and I figured he’d need to go a lot more with the distance between our thighs. I couldn’t wait. Now, tonight, he would enter me fully there. I just knew it, or maybe it was a carnal, naughty hope.
Once I grabbed the long length he instructed me to fetch, he brought it to my entrance and teased the tip through my leaking juices. That friction was sweet torture, and I let him know it by pushing back against him, hoping he put it inside me once and for all.
I was impaled, stretched by his dick in my ass, but I wanted the vibe in me too.
Moaning loudly, I relished the abrasion of my nipples over the bed. The hot, callused touch of his hand on my ass cheek. And finally, the thickness of the toy as he rammed it slowly into my pussy.
“Oh, fuck.” My response was punched out of me as the vibrator lodged deep inside me. With it in there, firing up my nerves and pushing me closer to climax, he slid into my ass, inch by inch. It felt like forever, an eternity of him stretching and filling both my holes, but all too soon, he ramped up the speed.
His thighs smacked against the back of mine. His hand grew wetter with my arousal dripping out along the vibe and over his fingers, so he smeared it on my legs as he pistoned the toy in and out of me.
When he pulled out the toy, he slammed his dick into my ass. Then on the retreat, he’d plunge the vibe right back in. See- sawed with the double hardness in me, I was a goner all too soon.
In a glorious moment of tears, shouted curses, and gritty moans, I came just before he did.
“Fuck,” he roared, stilling his shaft inside me as he spurted his hot cum.
I tensed and cried out through the absolute euphoria of coming so hard. Dizzy and overwhelmed, I rode through the pleasure from the pain, the release from the tension, and all the sweet relief of coming apart as my pussy clenched and throbbed.
“Fuck, Tess. Fuck .” He slowly pulled out of me, and I moaned at the drag on my sensitive flesh. His cum leaked out my ass as he removed the vibe, but he didn’t release me .
In his arms, I sagged and went limp, too spent and wrung out to move. Catching my breath felt like an impossible feat, but he held me up with him until we could stagger into the bathroom. He carried me, clumsy in his steps. Pressed against his chest, I smiled sleepily at the evidence of how hard he’d come too.
So blissed out and dazed from the force of coming like that, I was barely aware of being in the bathroom, much less that he was running a shower for us. While he turned the faucets on and steam quickly filled the room, I leaned against the wall and hoped I wouldn’t slide to the floor.
“Come here,” he said softly as he gathered me into his arms.
Into the water, we went, and I was relieved that he took over the act of washing us both. I’d just showered. He had to have too, with his hair wet. What we did might have felt “dirty”, but as an act of love, it felt perfect as well.
“My sweet, sexy woman,” he crooned once we were rinsed off. Huddled together, we sighed and enjoyed the pressure of the water raining down on us.
“I love you. So fucking much,” he said.
I grinned, knowing he’d feel the rise of my cheek on his chest.
No man had ever said those words to me, directly, and I didn’t want to receive them without looking him in the eye.
“What?” I asked as I peered up at him.
He blocked the water from hitting my face, but still, we both squinted. “I love you.”
“And I love you, Romeo.” I sealed it with a kiss that felt tender and serious at the same time.
When he stepped back slightly, he gave me that somber expression of intense focus. “And I’m going to marry you. As soon as I can.”
My cheeks hurt with how widely I smiled. “You are?”
“Will you marry me?” he amended.
I had been wondering what label would apply to me, and now I’d know. My heart swelled with love, and I held in a squeal of excitement that this bad boy wanted me to be his wife. “I can’t wait to marry you, Romeo.”
He smiled slowly, lowering to kiss me once more.