Page 72 of Bound By Blood and Lies

“Show me,” I beg, letting my legs fall apart.

Roman studies my face for a long time, searching for hesitation that isn’t there. Whatever he finds makes something in his shoulders loosen. His hand cups my cheek again.

“You’re in charge, Tink.”

The gentleness in his voice almost breaks me. I nod once as Roman leans forward, giving me enough time to pull away if I want to. When his lips finally meet mine, the kiss is soft and cautious, like he’s reminding himself that I’m here and real. My fingers curl at the back of his neck as I pull him closer.

The moment I respond, the kiss deepens. His mouth moves against mine with a hunger that’s been sitting under his skin since the second he woke up. I gasp as his hand slides down my side, his palm spreading over my hip before drifting lower. I feel his thick fingers rubbing against my wet knickers. I should be embarrassed by how turned on I am, but being touched so reverently after so long makes it feel even better.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs against my mouth and the words vibrate through my chest.

My answer comes out as a quiet whimper that is swallowed by his lips before I moan loudly into his mouth. He gently pulls my underwear down until I’m bare for him. Roman sits back on his heels in between my legs as he looks down at my pussy with awe. He licks his lips as he probes my entrance with his thick digit and breaks through my barrier with a rough growl. My body arches into the sensation as he adds another and his eyes flick to mine. I shudder at the sensation before his fingers spread apart inside me, creating a V shape.

“Yes,” I hiss at the stretch.

Roman twists his hand, pushing those two digits further, making sure he makes gentle stroking motions against my sweet spot. His gaze bounces from my wet cunt to my eyes like he can’t work out what he wants to look at more.

“Fuck,” I moan at the tingle.

Roman leans down, his hand still working between my thighs. The loud sounds of my moans and wetness fill the space around us as my body ripples beneath him. Every movement of his fingers sends another pulse of warmth through me. Hisbreath brushes across my lips as he hovers there, close enough that I can feel the tension running through him. He just watches me fall apart through hooded eyes.

“God… you feel perfect,” he mutters.

His forehead presses against mine as his eyes close. Then his mouth finds mine again, the kiss is claiming and insistent as the last of his restraint slips away. A rush of heat tightens low in my stomach. My back arches as the sensation breaks, spreading through my body in pulses that make my fingers clutch at Roman’s shoulders. I cry out my orgasm as my body shakes with the aftershocks. It feels like something inside me has been set alight, leaving warm relief in its wake. Roman’s name falls from my lips in a broken whisper as my head tilts back, the world narrowing to the feel of his arms around me as he holds me steady.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you are when you come, Tinkerbell?” A strained breath leaves him. “I could watch you for a lifetime and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

“Please,” I mumble, “I need your cock inside me.”

Roman lets out a growl as he positions himself, “It’s been a while, little one. I don’t want to hurt you,” he says slowly before grabbing the base of his cock and lining himself up.

The dull, thick edge of him notches at my entrance, and we share a groan as he breaches me and forces his way in. My body tingles as he stretches me and my wide eyes go straight to him. Roman grits his teeth as he freezes and his chest moves with deep inhales.

“You need to let me in, Tink,” he growls before pushing in a little more and we both moan at the sensation.

God, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed the feeling of him filling me, the slow stretch of his body against mine, the strange mix of pain and warmth that only ever belongs to him. A quiet whimper slips from my throat as the sensation builds, that familiar burnmaking my fingers tighten against his shoulders. Roman stills the second he hears it. His eyes darken as he watches my face carefully, his tongue dragging slowly across his bottom lip, the wild edge in his expression barely restrained.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Relax for me, I’m nearly in.”

“I… fuck,” the words fall apart before I can finish the thought as the sensation of him filling me further steals the rest of my breath.

Roman leans down, capturing my mouth with his. The kiss is deep and grounding as he draws my focus back to him and pushes in a little more.

“That’s it, little one.” His hand slides up my side as he holds me there. “You’re doing so well.”

I feel my muscles slowly loosening under him and he pushes in the rest of the way with one brutal thrust. I cry out at the intrusion. Roman drops his forehead against mine and his fingers lace through mine against the sheets.

“Are you okay?” he asks quietly.

Instead of answering with words I push back gently against him, tightening my grip on his hand as my body adjusts. The movement pulls a low sound from his chest, his jaw tightening as he watches my face carefully.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing across my knuckles. “Tell me if anything hurts.”

“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” I shake my head.

A possessive edge flicks through his eyes before he pulls back and drives forward again. The movement is harder this time, the contrast between the softness in his gaze and the force of his body almost dizzying.

Roman’s hands tighten around my hips as he leans back, adjusting the angle of my pelvis with practiced ease until the next slow thrust pulls a sharp gasp from my lungs. The stretch ofhim is deep and overwhelming, the steady pressure of his body making every nerve in mine spark to life.