Heat flooded my cheeks and my core. “Roman…”
“Shh,” he said as he trailed kisses over my collarbone. “Let me tell you what you are. Mine.”
He pressed me back into the mattress, settling between my legs, his weight solid and hot. His mouth found that spot just below my ear, and I shivered.
“Feel that?” he whispered, his voice a deep rumble. “That’s what you do to me. You make me lose every bit of control I have.”
I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, my lips brushing his ear. “I’m yours.”
His hands tightened on my hips. “You’ve always been mine. From the second I saw you.”
When he finally thrust into me, I gasped. Every inch of him filled me slowly, deliberately.
“Fuck, Maggie,” he groaned, forehead pressing to mine. “So good. So tight around me. You were made for this. For me.”
Every thrust was deep, dragging, making me feel every inch. One of his hands slid up, fingers weaving through mine, pinning it above my head. The other skimmed over my ribs, down to my hip, guiding me against him.
“That’s it. Take me. All of me,” he murmured. “You look so good like this. I could watch you come apart for me every night.”
The pleasure built sharp and fast, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“Don’t hold back,” he said, eyes locked on mine. “I want to hear you. I want to feel you lose it for me.”
The bond shimmered between us, hot and electric, like the air before a storm.
His mouth hovered at my neck, his voice rough. “I want to mark you. I need everyone to know you’re mine. Do you want this?”
I nodded. Gasped out, “Yes.”
His bite was sharp, a white-hot sting that stole my breath—then it shifted, fast, into something so intense I couldn’t contain the sound that tore from my throat. Pleasure crashed through me in a dizzying, all-consuming wave, rippling out from the mark and flooding every nerve.
Heat pooled low in my belly, spreading until it my whole body was molten, until I couldn’t tell where the pain ended and the bliss began. My thighs trembled, my back arched, my hands fisted in his hair as if by holding him there, I could keep this feeling forever.
I came hard—harder than I’d ever thought possible—my body clenching around him in deep, pulsing waves. It was more than release. It was completion. Like a missing piece I’d never known was gone had been locked into place in one perfect, devastating instant.
“That’s it,” he groaned against my skin, his voice rough and reverent all at once. “God, you’re perfect when you come for me.”
Tears burned behind my eyes—not from pain, but from the overwhelming rush of it all. I felt tethered to him in a way that went deeper than flesh and bone, like my soul had found its anchor. The bond shimmered inside me, pulsing in time withmy heartbeat, a steady hum ofyou’re safe, you’re mine, you’re home.
I was shaking, the aftershocks rippling through me, but he wasn’t done. He thrust into me harder, deeper, chasing his own release, his praise spilling out in a raw stream—how good I felt, how beautiful I was, how I was his.
When he came, it was with my name on his lips, his body shuddering against mine. He held me there, tight, like he was afraid I’d disappear.
We stayed tangled together, breathing hard, my fingers tracing lazy circles over his back.
He kissed my temple, then my lips. “I love you, Maggie.”
I smiled, resting my hand over the steady beat of his heart—and the new bond thrumming with it. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”
His laugh was low and wicked. “Thank fuck.”
He kissed me again—slow, certain, and filthy in the best way—like he wasn’t done proving it.
I hadn’t even caughtmy breath yet when the knock came. It was loud. Sharp. Like someone trying to summon the dead—or interrupt the living.
I groaned and flopped onto my back, my body still humming from Roman ruining me in the best possible way. My skin was flushed, the sheets tangled around me, and I had zero interest in putting clothes back on. Roman lay beside me, chest rising and falling, that lazy grin on his face like he’d just won the goddamn lottery.
The knock came again, more impatiently.
