“Tell me,” he began, his voice a low, sexy whisper. “Who owns your body?”
Usually, I’d be offended by this, but right now, his question only fueled my lust.
“You do,” I finally admitted, my voice laced with passion. “You own me—my body belongs to you.”
He quickened his pace, flicking his tongue more rapidly over my clit. “Say it again.”
Fuck! The feeling was electric. This man was killing me.
“My body belongs to you, Roman,” I repeated in a trembling voice, my fingers tightening around the sheets.
He moved his tongue faster and faster, his hands holding my waist down in place.
“My body belongs to you, Roman,” I cried out, arching my back. “I’m yours! I’m all yours!” My toes curled, and my legs were shaking.
He kept eating and eating and eating.
I felt myself unraveling, drawing closer and closer to climaxing. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down either. Intoxicated by his actions, my face twisted in pleasure as I ran my fingers through my hair.
The sensation was too much to bear, and I could no longer hold it in. I tried to pull away from his mouth, but his hands held me down in place.
“Oh, Roman, you’re killing me!” I moaned, my voice breaking under the weight of the thrill spreading across my body.
He kept eating.
I kept moaning.
With each passing second, my cries grew louder.
“I can’t take it any longer,” I groaned, the sweet sensation jolting to my brain. “You’re gonna make me come.”
He didn’t respond; he just kept eating and eating like a man desperate to drink my juice.
My breath came shorter, my heartbeat banging more loudly in my chest. My body trembled on the edge of something fierce and primal—something inevitable.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” I announced, my voice barely audible.
Yet, he didn’t stop eating.
I clung to the wave rising inside me, unable and unwilling to resist its pull.
“I’m coming, Roman, I’m coming.”
Next thing I knew, my dam shattered, and with it came a cascade I could neither stop nor name. My whole body shook violently, my eyes rolled back, and I mumbled words that made no sense.
The orgasm left me breathless as I let out a deep, guttural groan, my mind flooded with ecstasy.
I was still shaking when he leaned over and gently kissed my lips. He caressed my body, his touch easing all that tension that held me captive.
He lay beside me and held me close, his hand draped over my waist as I struggled to catch my breath.
Silence hung heavy in the air as I lay in his arms, staring blankly into space. Despite my reservations, I still fell for him a third time, and I had no idea what to make of this.
He’d taken a different approach tonight, treating my body like a treasure he never wanted to lose. That alone warmed my heart and thawed something frozen inside me.
As I lay there, I wondered if he still saw me as his prisoner—or as something more. In the silence of the room, that thought terrified me more than any chain ever could.
Chapter 22 – Roman
