Page 306 of Timebound


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Our gazes danced in the mirror like our bodies did—connecting, pulling apart, merging, separating, and repeatedly coming together.

Roman’s voice dropped to a dark, commanding growl.

“Touch yourself.”

My breath hitched, my thighs quaking.

“Make yourself come again.”

Heat rushed through me.

With one hand braced against the mirror, I slid my fingers down, feeling where we were joined, feeling his thick cock sliding in and out of me, in and out, soaking me with every thrust.

Roman’s gaze locked onto the movement. His wicked, devastating smile sent a new flood of heat to my core.

His thrusts turned wild, punishing, merciless.

“I love you so much,” he growled, his voice wrecked, raw, desperate.

“I love you, too.”

My fingers circled my aching clit, teasing, stroking, chasing that fire, the pressure winding tighter, tighter.

Another orgasm rushed toward me, a tidal wave I couldn’t stop.

“I won’t last much longer,” I gasped.

Roman’s fingers dug into my hips, his grip bruising, possessive.

“Come for me, my flaming fire.”

His voice was an invocation, a command, a plea.

He pounded into me, harder, deeper, each stroke sending flames licking up my spine.

I shattered.

I screamed his name, my body splintering, convulsing, coming apart in waves of blistering, exquisite pleasure.

Roman roared out his release, his rhythm turning savage, his cock throbbing, pulsing, filling me as he spilled inside.

My body clenched and milked him, dragging out his pleasure and making him groan like a man on the verge of destruction.

There was nothing left of me.

Just color and vibration, pleasure and ecstasy, a glorious, breathless abyss.

We floated there, weightless, lost in the wreckage of what we had just done.

Then, like feathers drifting back to earth, I came back into the room, back into my body, still trembling, feeling him everywhere.

Roman withdrew from me, his hands gentle now, his breath still ragged.

Without a word, he scooped me into his arms, carrying me to the bed.

He lay me down, then slid in beside me, wrapping himself around me, holding me close.

Our eyes met; no words were needed.