Page 20 of Possessed By Roman

“Still sure?”

“Yes.”

He removes my jeans and underwear without rushing, then pauses.

Being completely exposed to him should make me want to hide.

Instead, the hunger in his expression makes me feel strangely powerful.

Roman presses a kiss to the inside of my knee.

Then another higher on my thigh.

Each one moves closer to a place no man has ever touched, and my breathing becomes more uneven with every inch.

“Roman…”

“I’ve got you, princess.”

“I want to taste you. I want to feel you come apart on my tongue.”

His mouth closes over me and my head falls back, a strangled cry escaping my throat. He's not gentle. He's ravenous, his tongue finding my clit with devastating accuracy, circling and sucking and driving me toward the edge with terrifying speed.

I grip his long hair, anchoring myself as he destroys me.

“Roman…” I'm panting, my hips bucking against his mouth, seeking more pressure, more everything. “Please, I…”

He slowly slides two fingers inside me, curling them, and my words dissolve into a loud moan. He's filling me, stretching me, his tongue still working my clit with relentless precision. I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly.

“Let go,” he commands against my flesh, his breath hot. “Come for me, Cora. Now.”

His fingers press deeper, his tongue flicks once, twice, and I shatter. The orgasm crashes through me like a wave, my body convulsing, my cry echoing through the apartment. Roman doesn't stop, he pleasures me through it, gentling his touch but keeping the rhythm until I'm wrung out.

Trembling, my hands weak in his hair. When he finally pulls back, I'm boneless, draped over the couch like a ragdoll. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark and satisfied, and stands. His sweatpants are tented, his arousal obvious, and I reach for him, wanting to return what he just gave me.

Roman catches my wrist, stopping me. “No.”

“What?” I'm still dazed, my mind foggy with pleasure.

“This was for you.” His jaw is tight, that control I recognize slipping back into place.

“Roman.” I sit up, my legs still shaky, and reach for him again. “Let me. Please. I want to make you feel good too.”

He shakes his head, stepping back. “Cora, we can’t…”

I slide off the couch and stand before him, naked from the waist down and I don't care. “I want to, Roman. Show me.”

I close the distance between us, my hand finding the hard length of him through his jeans. He groans, his eyes closing for a moment, his resolve cracking.

“Please,” I whisper, pressing closer, my cheeks heating. “Let me do this for you. I want to taste you too.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. “You're going to be the death of me.”

Then he straightens. “On your knees,” he orders.

Heat pulses between my thighs at the command and wetness trickles down my thighs as I sink to my knees in front of him, the hardwood cool against my skin. Roman watches me with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths.

He pulls down his sweatpants baring his thick, hard cock. My breath catches. He's beautiful and straining toward me, a vein running along the underside. I look up at him, seeking permission, and he nods, his jaw tight.