“Shhh,” I whisper as I drag my mouth down her trembling body, dipping my tongue in the crevice of her belly button on my way to her dripping pussy. Amira sees where I’m headed and freezes, but only for a second before spreading her legs wider.
I take her ankles, careful of the blue welt on her left, and hook them over my shoulders before squeezing the soft flesh of her thighs. As I kiss her tender skin, my eyes lock on raised silver lines. I have a few of those on my chest and arms from when my father threw a glass vase at me for missing curfew.
“Don’t look at those….”
I lift my head from in between her legs and stare into her sorrow-filled gaze as she takes in the scars.
“Look at me,” I order, waiting for her eyes to land on me before I connect her scars with my tongue, guiding me all the way up to her weeping center. I let her feel my hot breath on her clit a second before sucking it into my mouth.
Amira’s back arches off the bed as she releases a throaty moan into the air, fingers leaving my hair to grasp the pale pink sheets underneath her quivering body.
I swallow back her juices as I shove my tongue into her hole, swirling around her slick walls while strumming my thumb along her little bundle until she comes apart on my mouth.
Amira’s orgasm tastes like fresh rain on a blistering day, feeding life into me as I crawl over her and cage her in between my elbows.
“Tell me how you want this, angel, and I’ll give it to you happily,” I say, kissing the edge of her jaw until her breathing stammers and her heart falters against my massaging grasp.
“I want all of you, Roman,” she says, kissing under the shell of my ear as she grinds her moisture over my throbbing shaft. “Just don’t let it hurt.”
The panic that is always present in moments like these is nowhere to be detected. Her lips don’t quiver against my skin as she licks the sweat from my jaw, and her body, which would generally be locked in a steel cage, is fluid, practically boneless in my hands.
“Never,” I promise before placing her hand back on my body. I don’t guide her or steer her in any direction.
On her own, my girl, my beautifully damaged angel, rakes her fingers down my abs and wraps them firmly around my dick, stroking my throbbing cock until I’m breathless above her.
Leisurely, Amira guides me to her entrance, dropping her hand to rest on my corded forearm once my tip prods at her ready opening.
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AMIRA
Fervid desire licks at the corner of my sanity as Roman stretches me
wide, sheathing himself inside my body until he’s buried at the hilt.
He stills for a moment, letting my body adjust to his thick girth and painfully long length. I force myself to relax through the stinging that always follows after something’s entered me and center my focus on the bolts of pleasure electrifying every nerve ending.
Tearing my gaze from the hollow in his throat, I let them travel up until they meet his fervent stare, losing myself in the fiery gold and green fragments swimming in his hazel eyes.
I breathe through the dimming discomfort, smiling up at his pinched, focused face.
“Roman,” I whisper, lifting my head just enough to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Move. Let me feel you.”
Dropping his sweat-slicked forehead onto mine, Roman brushes his lips against my mouth, breathing new life into me when he rasps, “I’ll give you every inch, angel.”
A guttural groan escapes me as he starts to thrust deeper. With every movement, his kisses are all-consuming… reverent. Breathless moans travel from my lips to his, and just as he promised, I feel every single inch. Roman’s long, unhurried strokes glide along my cavity walls, creating a new and uninhibited hunger within me.
The ecstasy surging through my veins prevents me from keeping my eyes open. So, with a euphoric sigh, I squeeze my lids shut, my back arching on its own as I run my fingers through his wild, wavy hair, letting myself get tangled in his roots as he grinds himself against my hammering clit.
“Oh, God,” I rasp as Roman drops his mouth down onto my chest, sucking my nipple in between his teeth. At the same time, his other hand slides along my ribs, tickling my overheated flesh until he reaches my bundle of nerves pressed deliciously against his pubic bone.
There are no sounds to be heard but the music of our conjoined, sweat-slicked bodies and unabashed moans echoing off each other’s skin.
With each thrust, I slide farther off the bed, eventually leaving me dangling over the edge while Roman slams his cock against my cervix.
It should hurt and draw fear into my mind, the way his tip strikes against my insides, his speed and force becoming more feral as he expands against my walls. But it doesn’t, not even a little bit.
Instead, I find myself meeting him halfway, bringing a smile to my own face as I throw my body into his thrusts until I can taste him in my throat and feel him in my soul.
