She shattered—her body arching, convulsing around me, her walls tightening, pulsing, dragging me deeper into the abyss of her pleasure.
Her cries broke against my skin, wrecked, lost in rapture.
I couldn’t hold back—wouldn’t hold back.
A guttural growl ripped from my chest, my body driven beyond the edge, my control obliterated.
I slammed deep, my cock jerking, pulsing, filling her, claiming her from the inside out, marking her in the most primal way possible.
Her thighs trembled, her nails raked my back, her breath ragged and uneven, her body spent, ruined, gloriously wrecked beneath me.
Her moans turned into whimpers, soft and shaky, her body still milking me, pulling me deeper into her intoxicating heat.
I drove into her one last time, burying myself to the hilt, feeling her tight, wet warmth lock around me, my seed spilling deep inside as she cried out my name, her pleasure cresting like a violent storm.
Nothing else existed.
Only us.
Our moans filled the air, melding with the symphony of sin below, where bodies writhed and screamed in pleasure.
It felt as if the entire house was caught in the same wild, frenzied climax, as if our rapture had ignited a fire that spread through the walls, the floors, and the air.
We soared—untethered, uninhibited, like two stars colliding in an explosion of heat and light, lost in a moment of pure, uncontrollable ecstasy.
I held onto that feeling and clung to it, my breath still ragged, my body buzzing, and I trembled with the aftershocks of what we’d done.
But then?—
Reality came crashing back down.
We fell back into the silence of this secret room, into the looming danger waiting just beyond the open bookcase.
I pressed my forehead to hers, stroking her damp, disheveled hair, my breath mingling with hers, still drunk on the scent of our passion, and the taste of her skin.
“Olivia.” I breathed her name, reverence, and hunger still lingering in my voice. No other words were needed.
Not after what we’d just shared.
But I felt the moment breaking, the reality seeping in, cold. Her body tensed beneath me, her gaze looking past my shoulder to the hidden doorway we had unknowingly encountered.
“Roman, we’re in danger.”
The urgency in her voice dispelled the haze of pleasure, her fingers pressing against my chest, pushing me away, forcing me back to the reality we’d ignored for too long.
“We can’t linger. I came here for the Sun Dagger, and we have to get out. Now.”
Of course. The mission. The danger.
The moment of madness was over.
“Raul Costa,” I said.
“He’s the host,” I added, my mind catching up.
She shook her head. “No. He’s not just the host, Roman. He’s a dangerous man. He will destroy us if he finds us and discovers what we are.”
Olivia’s expression shifted as she took in the dagger tattoo. My doublet lay discarded from our frenzied lovemaking, leaving the inked blade exposed.
