Crouching slightly, he sucked one of my breasts into his hot mouth.
I moaned, tugging at his wild hair, and my head dropped back.
He sucked me hard as he moved his hand down my belly and dropped to explore the slick, wet juncture between my legs.
My body was ignited by his passion.
He groaned as he stroked me with his strong, callused fingers. “You’re so wet, my beautiful flame.”
“I am. It’s all for you,” I said, eager to have his hard cock inside me.
“Lie down,” he commanded.
Something about his tone of voice excited me to no end. Roman was a warrior, used to having his own way. I longed for him to have his way withme.
I dropped to my knees like a stone and spread my suede dress on the ground. I lay back as a burning fire of desire blazed inside of me.
Roman’s eyes ignited with passion as he gazed at me. Undoubtedly, he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
I desired his everything, given without restraint or reservation. I’d endured countless lonely nights without him. And now was our chance, perhaps our only chance for quite some time, to join together.
Roman tugged his shirt over his head and unfastened the ties holding his deerskin breeches up. Then, he was on top of me, our lips grinding together, his tongue thrusting into my mouth with fury.
Unable to repress my urges, I rolled on top of him. I needed to be in charge and wanted to take control. I wanted to feel like I wasn’t a tumbleweed being swept along by a dark wind but a powerful being shaping my own destiny.
Roman yielded to me, lacing our fingers together, saying, “Use me how you want, my love. I’m yours for the taking.”
My breasts ached to be caressed, to be sucked, to be teased. I dragged them back and forth across his solid chest, feeling my nipples tighten into sensitive buds.
“Oh, God,” I cried out as the ache in my breasts grew unbearable.
Roman let out a wicked laugh. “Olivia,” he breathed, his warm breath dancing across my face. “I can’t get enough of you. I’ll never get enough of you.” His hands swept my sides, exploring, and teasing my sensitive skin.
I was high on his intoxicating touch.
I propped my hands on his chest and let my long hair drape across his eyes, cheeks, and torso.
His face appeared rapturous as my silken strands caressed and enticed him.
Then, he hooked his hand behind my neck and brought my mouth down to his. He caressed my back, my ass, my shoulders, and my arms as he kissed me.
When our lips collided, I let out a wild groan, devoured by Roman’s kisses.
His hard cock lay between us, waiting to claim my insides.
I began to tremble with longing, and a plaintive, mewling sound escaped my throat.
Roman wrenched his lips from mine and growled, “I’m going out of my mind. I need to be inside you.Now!”
I reached between us and fit his swollen cock into me.
I hovered there, feeling him stretch me to my limit, filling me like no man ever could. Time seemed to stretch as this exquisite sensation of belonging, of being claimed by this powerful man, filled me.
There was and would only ever be Roman. He was my love, my warrior, my world, my reason for existence.
Roman grabbed my hips and began to thrust inside me, slow and steady, grunting with each thrust.
“Olivia,” he cried out. “I want to be deeper, so deep inside you that we both disappear.”
