Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Again, his words sent shivers of desire through me. It was amazing, really. That I was here with the man of my dreams, and I hadn’t once thought about if he saw my scars. The way he looked at me said he saw me. And loved everything he saw.
There was so much I wanted from Roman. I wanted him to take me. To make love to me. To fuck me. I wanted it all. Was I ready for everything I wanted? I wasn’t sure. Maybe not for everything, but I could follow where Roman led me.
“I trust you,” I whispered. “Help me figure out what to do.”
Slowly, he moved his arms from behind his head and wrapped them around me. His hands grazed my back up and down, drifting occasionally to the globes of my ass and the sides of my breasts.
“You’re in control. This stops if you say.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to stop.”
“I know you don’t. But if you feel pain, or panic, or just uncomfortable about anything, you have the power to stop this. I won’t be angry. I won’t try to change your mind. We’ll talk about what happened and figure out how to fix it. You understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now. Kiss me.”
I did. Greedily. I might be on top, Roman might tell me I was in control, but I had no doubt who was in charge. Roman was too much an Alpha to not lead. Especially during sex. Honestly? I loved it. I was inexperienced by choice and needed his guidance. The position he chose let me feel safe while he was still able to be in charge.
“Reach behind you and guide my cock into your pussy. Just the head.”
I did as he said. His cock was hot and hard, stretching my opening deliciously. I wanted -- needed more. He tried to keep me still, but the second I began to sink down over his cock, I wasn’t about to stop.
“Baby, stop!”
“No! I want it!”
“Winter!”
Roman gripped my hips, but I kept going. The pain was fleeting and more of a burning sensation as I forced him inside me. I hadn’t had sex since Black Reign had rescued me. Thirteen years. I was in no way ready for him and should have let him prepare me first, but I had him where I wanted him to be with all my being.
Seconds later, I sat fully on his hips. I could feel the skin of his upper thighs against my cheeks and wanted to howl with delight.
“You’re mine now.” I had no idea where the words came from or why I spoke them out loud. But I meant it with every fiber of my being. “I’m not ever going to give you up, Roman. Not ever.” I rose before sliding back onto his cock again. Then again. “The club whores can’t have you. Neither can that hussy at the restaurant. Mine.” For some silly reason, I bared my teeth at him.
“Fuck. Me.” Roman’s eyes widened, and he got a slightly maniacal look in them. “You got that right, baby. I’m all yours.”
“And I’m yours, too.”
“Damned straight. Just let another man try to take you from me. I’ll murder the son of a bitch in cold blood to keep you, Winter.”
For some reason, his crazy declaration made me insanely happy. I lay forward on top of him, finding his lips with mine. Roman rocked his body from side to side until he found the position he wanted, his arms tightly around me in a comforting hold. Then he moved, surging up inside me in a slow but steady rhythm.
“Oh…” I gasped, moving with him as best I could. “So good. Roman!”
“I got you, baby. Just let go. Let it go.”
I did. This time, the pleasure crashed over me like a tidal wave. I couldn’t even scream, it hit me so hard. All I could do was hold on for the ride. There was no pain. There was no shame. There was only me and Roman. Nothing mattered but giving this man whatever he asked of me, because he’d proven himself. He’d taken something I never thought I’d have and turned it into the most spectacular moment in my life.
Vaguely, I heard his hoarse shout over the roaring in my ears. I knew he’d come, probably inside me. The thought was oddly arousing. His seed marking me. Claiming me.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “Fuck!”
I collapsed on top of him, unable to move. I felt boneless, like a kitten plastered against a warm body. We stayed like that, both of us catching our breath until Roman rolled us so that we lay on our sides, facing each other. My leg was still over one of his hips, his cock slipping from my pussy in a wet glide. I felt his seed trickle to my inner thigh.