The orgasm hurtles through me fast and hard, a freight train of pure sensation, and I scream his name so loudly my throat burns, my body bucking off the bed. He doesn’t stop, though. He keeps sucking my clit, keeps pushing me higher.
Then he thrusts his fingers into my clenching hole just as his other hand releases my hip to apply deep pressure on my belly, right above my pelvis. My mouth opens in a soundless scream as lightning rips through me, my body convulsing so violently I jolt his fingers free.
“Fucking hell,” he growls, thrusting his finger back into me without missing a beat, and I moan low and broken, my eyes rolling back, nails digging into the sheets.
When he finally pulls away, I know I’m ruined for other men. My thighs are slick with my arousal, my skin burning from the inside out, and my chest heaves as I drag breaths in through my lungs like I’ve just run a marathon.It’s never been like this before.And we haven’t even fucked, the truly mind-blowing part.
Before panic can bloom at that terrifying truth, he flips me over again—this time onto my hands and knees—moving my body around effortlessly like I weigh nothing. Firm fingers hook under my hips, raising them high, and the heat in his gaze settles over me like a physical touch, making me shudder. Then he steps back, and I whine in protest, arching instinctively towards him, but he’s gone.
Clothes rustle somewhere behind me, and my heart pounds faster, a drumbeat of anticipation. Then his heat closes in again, the thick, hot length of his cock brushing my soaked center, making me jolt in surprise.
He drags himself through my wet folds, up and down, up and down, his broad head nudging at my opening with everydownward stroke but never pushing in. Teasing, rubbing, driving me insane.
Sweat slicks down my spine, drool pooling in my mouth as I push my hips back, chasing him.
When I glance over my shoulder, the sight nearly knocks the breath out of me. His hair hangs in red, riotous curls over his face, his pupils blown wide, eyes fixated on my cunt, chest heaving with heavy breathes as he teases us both. Every shift makes the muscles in his arms ripple, the dark ink on his right hand seeming to coil with the movement. He looks like a conquering Viking. And God, it’s so hot.He’sso fucking hot.
He grabs my hips, holding me still. “You should see yourself, Katina. Dripping wet and desperate for me. Are you going to deny you’re mine now?” His voice is deep and guttural, the sound washing over me as he keeps that torturous dragging motion of his cock going—circling my swollen clit before sliding back down to tease my entrance again.
It feels so good.
My head drops forward as a low, helpless sound leaves me, my hips rocking back in search of him. I need him inside me. Need him the way lungs need air. “Please,” I whimper, hating how much truth sits in that one word. But I feel like I’ll go crazy if he doesn’t fuck me like we both want, right here and now.
“Whose are you, Katina?” he demands, rolling his cock over my clit before tapping my hole with the blunt head.
“Yoursss,” I moan, dragging the word out. “I’m yours, Roan. Yours, yours, yours, yo—agh!” The last syllable breaks into a scream as he slams into me in one deep, punishing thrust.
“Jesus fuck.Katina,” he groans, tightening his grip on my hips almost painfully as his cock fills me completely, stretching me until I feel every thick inch of him.
My hips shove back instinctively, chasing the burn, chasing him—needing more. And he doesn’t disappoint. He gives it. All of it.
He drives into me hard, hands gripping my hips, pulling me back into him over and over until I can’t think. Can't breathe. It’s all heat and sweat, the slap of skin on skin and the broken moans I can’t hold in anymore. I’m gone.Lost. There’s nothing left but the way he feels inside me, the way he makes me feel like I’ll never be satisfied unless it’shimdoing this to me. Like I’ll never want another man but him again.
He made me say it… but at this moment, I know without a shadow of a doubt that it’s true. Iamhis.
Every hard thrust, every grunt of his, systematically erases all traces of the men I’ve been with before him. He pounds into me like he knows that’s what he’s doing and is trying to stake his claim.
His right hand releases my hip, sending a shockwave of anticipation through me as he walks it to the front of my body. He presses down on my lower belly, just like he did earlier, until I swear I canfeelhis hard cock from the inside.
“Fuckkkk.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. My arms give out beneath me, and I collapse face-first onto the mattress. But he refuses to let me go, using the hand on my belly to yank the lower half of my body up, arching me into a more vulnerable position, as he keeps driving into me without losing rhythm.
Then he shifts his hands so his fingers are digging into my lower belly while the heel of his palm grinds against my clit, pushing me past the point of no return.
The sheets muffle my screams and the incoherent words that spill from my mouth as pleasure tears through me. I writhe and convulse beneath him, my body moving with a mind of its own.
At some point, he has to lock his grip around my waist to hold me still because I’m clenching around him so hard, crying out his name like it’s the last thing tethering me to earth. Then his cock jerks inside me—once, twice—and he lets out this raw, guttural growl as he shoves himself deep and stays there, fillingme with a hot rush so intense it makes me see stars and hear symphonies.
Afterwards, he collapses over my back, pinning me to the mattress with his full weight. Then he rolls off, turning us both to our sides and pulling me tight against his chest in a rough, breathless spoon, our skin slick and cooling as we try to catch what’s left of our breath.
He doesn’t say a word. Just breathes against the back of my neck, arms banded around me like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he loosens them. I’m still shaking—partly from the aftereffects of that tsunami of an orgasm, but mostly from something else…fear.
Fuck, we’ve crossed a line we shouldn’t have, creating a huge mess. He came inside me—I can feel the thick warmth of it between my thighs. I should tell him I’m not on anything. Should whisper the truth into the quiet so he’s aware of the potential consequences. But I don’t.
And that’s not even the worst thing.
The worst thing is that I—lowkey, I want to do nothing about it and get pregnant for him. That way, the decision will be out of my hands. I couldn’t betray the father of my child, could I?
I squeeze my thighs together, inhaling deeply and holding my breath like that will somehow magically help his sperm reach its destination and set the whole chain reaction in motion.
