His fingers lightly continued to brush against the inside of my thigh, sending shivers through my body.
“Please, Roman,” I said.
“Please, what?”
“I want you,” I said.
He smirked against my lips. “You want me?” He grabbed my hand that was touching my pussy and pressed it against his hardness. “You want this?”
I nodded my head, desperate for him, and stroked him through his pants. Waiting. His knuckles brushed against my clit, and I whined softly. “Please.”
“Whose are you?” he asked, fingers hovering over me. I pressed my lips together, my heart racing, and lifted my hips off of the bed—trying to get him to touch my clit, but he pulled his hand further away. He grabbed my chin in his hand. “Are you mine, my dear Isabella?”
I sucked in my bottom lip and gnawed on it, my core tightening.
“Are you mine, Isabella?” he asked, his voice more demanding.
“Yes,” I breathed. I stared up into his beautiful golden eyes. “Yes, Roman, I’m yours.”
He pressed his fingers into my pussy, pumping them in and out of me and slowly tormenting me. But I didn’t just want his fingers anymore. I tried rolling us over, but Roman squeezed his hand around my throat, pinning me to the pillow. “Still Isabella. Enjoy this.”
When he pushed them all the way inside of me, he curled them over and over, making the pressure in my core rise. Without stopping, he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and bit down softly on the flesh.
My body jerked up, my back arching, and he smirked against me. Heat rushed to my center. He bit down harder, and I gripped the bed sheets in one hand and his cock in the other. He continued to thrust his fingers into me, harder, faster, and rougher.
It felt so fucking good, knowing that I was his, knowing that he touched me like this and me only. Nobody else. Me.
He released my neck and curled his arm under my torso, lifting me off of the bed and shoving his fingers deep inside of me. I placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as he thrust me into the air over and over. My core tightened around him, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body.
I cried out and relaxed against him for a moment. When he placed me back down on the bed, I pushed him onto his back, pulled down his pants, and wrapped my lips around his cock. Goddess, I had been waiting for it to be inside of me again for weeks.
When I had taken all of him down my throat and spit was dribbling out of my mouth, I grabbed his hand and placed it around my neck. Letting him feel how big he was inside of me. I bobbed my head up and down on him until his hips began to spasm slowly. Right when I had gotten him close to the edge, I sat up and crawled over to him.
He grabbed my hips as I hovered over his hard cock. Gripping the base, I pushed his head against my hole and slowly lowered myself onto him. He growled lowly. “You’re so fucking sexy, Isabella.”
His fingers glided against my mark and, as it did, he raised his hips, shoving himself all the way inside of me. He continued to thrust up into me, but I took his hands off of my hips and pressed them onto his abdomen, moving my hips on his and taking control. Over and over and over. I rode him until my legs were shaking.
He pinched both of my nipples between his fingers, tugged me towards him until my chest was pressed against his, and then gripped my ass in his hands. “Your ass is so fucking nice.” He pulled me apart and thrust into me so hard.
My teeth lengthened into canines, brushing against his neck. When his stubble grazed against my mark, I sank my teeth into his flesh. My teeth sunk deep into his neck, tearing right through the muscle. I inhaled his scent, my mind becoming fuzzy.
Marking him was everything that I imagined it would be.
Pure bliss.
He moaned loudly in my ear, his body trembling with pleasure. I continued to ride him until his cock pulsed. My pussy clenched harder on him, and he pulled out of me. Resting his head on my shoulder, draping one arm over my body, he laid on the bed, his abdomen uncovered, his cock glistening with my juices.
Moonlight flooded in through the window, making his skin glow. I sat up against the headboard, resting my head against the wood, and sighed. In a weird kind of way, we were back to normal.
Someone knocked on the door, and I pulled Roman’s shirt over my body and walked over to answer it. Roman sat up in the bed and rested one arm behind his head, his bicep flexing.
I peeked my head out of the door to see Derek standing there with Raj. He had his arms crossed over his chest and was raising a suspicious brow at me. “Are you done?” he asked.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Don’t ‘are you done’ me, Derek.”
“You’re needed,” Raj said. “The Lycans are holding a meeting.”
“We’ll be out in a minute.” I closed the door and tossed Roman his clothes. Before we left my room, he gazed in my mirror at his neck and smiled, his fingers trailing alongside it.
