Truthfully, I have no idea what the hell is going on. We reach the mudroom, and he opens the door. The cold air instantly hits my face. I am not dressed for outside.
“Um, Roman?” The chill in the air seeps through my light sweater.
“You will be fine,” he mutters. He turns right, and we end up in front of a scrollwork wrought iron gate. He pushes it open, and we enter.
The stone walls and stairs look like rough limestone. His grip lightens as we begin to head down the dark stairs. The strip of light from above follows us down. This is what I think would be a pathway to Dracula’s coffin. I would find it in the room at the bottom of these stairs.
My nose smashes against his back as he comes to a sudden stop. Looking to the side, I see a blue and black keypad, and I watch as Roman types in some numbers.
A medieval fortress-like door stands before us. It has weathered wooden planks and massive, black iron hinges. It’s held up by old, uneven stonework.
There is a loud click and a deep, low wooden groan as the door moves to the side. The scent of old oak and wine surrounds us as we enter. The door closes behind us, and the lights are instantly turned on. I look around in awe. Beautiful iron lanterns sway in the cellar as the door closes behind us. The wine cellar looks like the French catacombs, but instead of skulls under the stone arches, there are wine bottles.
We walk deeper into the cellar, passing large oak barrels. As we move further down the cellar, there is a hint of musk like the scent of old books.
We stop at the center of the room, where a simple oak table and four chairs sit.
Roman drops my hand, and he begins to pace.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, reaching out to him.
He takes my hand and kisses the inside of my palm. Behind his glasses, his green eyes look darker. “I need you.”
I lean into him. “You have me.”
“Do I?” he asks. The question sounds loaded, but….
“Yes, you do.” With my hand still in his, I tip toe and press my lips against his mouth.
He moans as his hand grips my waist, bringing me closer to him. I can feel his erection hard between us as my back meets the wall.
I break the kiss, rubbing my hands down his ribbed black turtleneck, straight to his belt buckle.
“What are you doing?” he whispers hovering over my lips.
I smirk. “Making you mine.”
His pupils dilate, his nose flares as I loosen his belt and unzip his pants. He takes a deep breath as my hands reach down into his briefs. I enjoy the feel of him growing harder in my grip.
Slowly, I sink to my knees, my dress flaring around me.
I look up his as I pull his length free, tapping it slowly along my face.
Roman palm touches my cheek and then the top of my head.
Pow.I slap his hand away. “Don’t touch me. Place your hands on the wall.”
He licks his lips and braces his hand against the wall above my head, he bows his head
“You have such…”Kiss.“…a beautiful…”Kiss.“…veiny, dick.”
His cock jumps in my hand as I curl my finger around it.
Roman inhales. “Noelle.”
I smile up at him. “Beg for it.”
His eyes widen, then he squints. “Princess, please suck my cock.”
