She shrugged her shoulders, a soft sigh escaping her cherry lips. “I used to.”
I raised my brows. “Past tense noticed.”
Her smile gradually faded, replaced by something light yet more solemn. “Honestly, I want to hate you for everything you put me through,” she began, her voice smooth and effortless. “But I can’t. I just can’t. And to make things worse, I believe I’m….”
I watched in silence, my heart racing in anticipation, eager to hear her finish.
“Roman, I think I’m falling for you,” she declared, her eyes sparkling like a thousand sapphires. “Maybe you don’t feel the same way because men like you are incapable of—”
She was still talking when I reached out and sealed her lips with a tender kiss. It was brief but electric.
“What was that for?” she whispered, her forehead resting against mine.
“Proof that you’re not alone in this,” I answered. “You, Scarlett, are the light in my dark, and you complete me in ways you can’t even imagine.”
Her smile broadened, and she placed a palm on my cheek, her thumb caressing my skin.
I continued, “The very first day I set my eyes on you, I knew you were the one for me. You’re my better half, Scarlett. And I love you.”
Her eyes lit up with mirth, her expression softer than I’ve ever seen. “Love is a pretty powerful word for a man like you,” she said. “Are you sure?”
“Never been more sure of anything in my life,” I answered. “Can we start over? As husband and wife this time—a real couple?”
“Yes.” She nodded her head, her smile widening. “I’d like that.”
“Yeah?” I beamed at her.
“Yeah.” She chuckled, her arms flying around my neck.
Scarlett claimed my lips and kissed me passionately. It was slow and reverent, almost as if she were savoring every second. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, moving in sync with mine.
She broke the kiss after a moment and stared longingly at me, her teeth grazing her lower lip. “Lie back,” she whispered, her voice laced with desire.
I pulled away, adjusting my weight as I leaned back against the headboard. She crawled onto the bed on all fours and positioned herself before me. Her fingers grabbed the waistband of my pants, and she gently tugged it down, revealing my shaft.
Her lips curled into a mischievous grin as she slid the pants off my legs and reached for my cock. Her fingers wrapped around it, both hands stroking my length. “It’s so hard,” she said quietly, her eyes rising to meet mine.
A soft moan fell off my lips, my body stiffening at the magic of her hands.
“You like that?” she asked while stroking my cock slowly.
“It feels good,” I answered.
Again, she bit her lower lip and then lowered her head. My breath hitched when she took me into her mouth—warm and sensational.
“Fuck,” I murmured.
She sucked my cock with practiced ease, her hands and tongue easing my stress. She moved gently and quietly yet efficiently enough to make me feel alive. She drooled all over my dick—sloppy and nasty, her strokes so slippery they drew me closer and closer to the edge.
I combed my fingers through my hair, my eyes fixed on her as she worked beneath me. She lifted her head and smiled at me, then tapped my staff on her lips. My length was covered in her moisture, a thread of drool linking her mouth and my cap.
It was like looking at a whole new person, one who was hellbent on pleasing me. She licked my cock with the top side of her tongue, her movements slow and deliberate.
“Hmm. I love the way you taste,” she said, holding my gaze while sucking me.
My toes curled, my muscles contracting by the second.
“You can make me gag if you want,” she added, taking my cock deeper into her mouth.
