Iwake to Roman’s hand on my spine, tracing softly at first, and then with firmer pressure as he reaches the curve of my hips. It’s been a month since the fight with Esta and Crone, and in that time, we’ve barely left our home in the Wilds.
“Morning, mate,” Roman murmurs against my shoulder as he presses his lips to my skin. The feel of his energy, the rolling wolf-demon power that is all Roman, sends tingles racing across my body.
Incapable of coherent speech, all I can manage is a groan as I arch and stretch into his touch. He loved me into oblivion last night, but my body is insatiable. The need I have for him will never fade, and if anything, it only appears to be growing stronger with each passing day.
His lips follow the path of his hands down my side, caressing every piece of bare skin he finds, the scrape of his facial hair and stroke of his tongue arousing my senses. By the time he reaches the curve where his hand still rests, I’m breathing heavily.
“Rune…”
He responds to my breathless gasp with a deep rumble. Before I can make another sound, he turns me over so that I’m on my back, staring up into his stormy sea-green eyes. He holds my gaze for a few seconds, his power over pleasure trickling through my hip and brushing across my center, where heat grows.
Roman’s eyes darken when I whisper his name again, but he pauses.
“We don’t have long this morning,” he reminds me. “So I can’t love you like I want, but I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”
I arch again. Need drives me to dizzying heights as his power does its work—a dark power that I never tire of.
Slowly, he slides his arm under my back and lifts me up to meet his mouth. His kiss is an unhurried brush of lips and tongue, at which I groan, wanting more. His taste is intoxicating, to the point that my thoughts are swirling and nothing else is so important as his mouth, his hands, and his body.
Closing my arms around his shoulders, I pull him closer to me, while he’s strong enough to keep our upper halves elevated off the bed. Our kiss deepens, and even as Roman gives me some control over the intensity, he soon takes it back as he completely dominates my mouth.
In my needy state, I give him free rein, completely ready to surrender to whatever happens this morning. I’ve woken up like this for a month so far, and I hope to wake like this for a million months more. Each morning, the dynamic is different, and today… I’m letting Roman take control.
His kiss continues as he shifts and positions my legs on either side of his hips, at which point, my back lands on the mattress again. His long, slow, drugging kisses deny the fact that we have somewhere to be this morning. If it wasn’t an important event, I wouldn’t even leave this room. But for now, I can’t deny the need Roman has ignited.
When I can’t take the anticipation any longer, I close my legs around his waist, lift myself up against him, and hope like hell he takes the hint. I need him.Now.
Roman chuckles against my mouth, a rich rumble of sound, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“Rune,” I warn him, using one word and the tone that tells him I mean business. After working me up like this, this girl needs her orgasm. Today.
Before I can speak again, he lowers his head and captures my nipple in his mouth. A cry bursts from me as the sensitive peak is loved and caressed to even stiffer heights. Every part of my body is on fire and with my legs around him, I arch again. Roman adjusts himself so that the head of his cock pushes into my folds, entering me slowly but completely, giving me the most satisfied and content feeling. Along with a raging need for release.
I groan when he lifts his head and thrusts again. Faster this time. His lips land on mine and I kiss him back frantically, lost in the pleasure as his powerful body moves in mine, strong thrusts that send me close to the headboard. I throw my hands back and brace against it as an intense swirl of desire rises from my toes all the way up my legs until it’s expanding in my center, fast and forceful. I try to hold it back, to enjoy this mind-blowing feeling, but there’s no way to delay it.
“Rune,” I scream as an orgasm explodes through me, and at that point, Roman thrusts harder and faster until the pleasure is overwhelming and sobbing moans escape from me.
His eyes darken to demon black, and the change in him sends me into overdrive and into my next orgasm. Fuck knows if I even finished the last one before the next hits me.
“The way you look at me, mate,” he rumbles, and I’m right there with him, crashing through what feels like a never-ending spiral of pleasure as he calls my name.
Darkness slides across my vision for a few seconds as I lose track of time and space and reality. Roman is the only being who can do this to me, and the fact that he is mine forever is something I will never take for granted.
“I love you,” I say softly, but there’s no way he could miss it.
I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to say it, but I need to say aloud what I know to be true.
He draws back a little, his dark eyes caressing my face, his hands gathering me up, piecing me back together after the incredible destruction I feel when he loves me.
“You are the other half of my soul, Nova Madden,” he says.
At the conviction in his voice, a tear slides down my cheek. I swipe at it, but he gets there first, his lips following its trail down my cheek.
I tremble against him, and it’s from more than the way he’s slowly moving inside me again, sending cascading spirals of pleasure through me.
We chose each other. Fought for each other.
And always will.
