He’d commissioned paintings of faerietale scenes from old storybooks, adding a whimsical feel to the dwelling. Violet had always been a dreamer with a joyful outlook on the world around her, and he wanted their home to reflect as much.
“The furniture,” Violet mused, running her hand along the back of a chaise lounge. “It’s all taller than what you’d normally see. Longer, too.” Moving on to the coffee table in the middle of the settees and chairs in their main sitting room, she bent over to look under it. “I first noticed it in the main palace. Is it a new trend?”
Roman walked to the other side of the coffee table, stretched himself out on the ground, and scooted underneath it. Violet stooped down to peer at him, and he patted the floor beside him. “I had them all commissioned to fit us.” After being unable to fit under her kitchen table the day Titus left, Roman knew something needed to be done. He’d not let her hide on her own ever again. It was slightly difficult to sit on their settees and benches, and he’d had to add steps to their bed, but he didn’t care.
Looking out from both sides of the coffee table, he realized the flaw in his plan. “I guess it isn’t much for hiding. I can have tablecloths made to cover the sides and skirts added to the settees.”
Violet laid down and rolled under the table, grabbing his hand. “I can’t believe you did this.” She choked on her words, as if speaking by sheer force. “I love you.”
Before he could respond, she rolled toward him. One of her hands cupped his cheek, and her lips collided with his. The kiss brimmed with passion, conveying everything Violet felt. He knew because her feelings stirred inside him like the mate bond, but not quite.
There wasn’t much room under the table to pull her on top of him, but gods, did he want to. “I need you,” he murmured against her lips. Because he did, more than anything. He’d waited over a decade to have her, but he didn’t think he could wait another minute.
Breaking their kiss, he moved out from under the table, reached under to hook his arm over her waist, and slid her out until he could hover over her. Violet giggled, and it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.
He reached between them and ripped her dress open, the pretty beads she’d sewn to the neckline shooting in every direction. His deep groan at the sight of her perfect tits drowned out her gasp, and he dove to suck a beaded nipple into his mouth.
Breathy words slipped from her lips, and her fingers dove into his hair. The way she squirmed beneath him stoked a fire of need. He needed to bury his cock so far in her cunt she’d feel him forever, but with his inexperience, Roman knew he needed to make her come first.
After paying both breasts ample attention, he kissed and licked his way down her stomach, dipping his tongue in her belly button. Violet jolted and half-heartedly slapped at the top of his head. “That tickles.”
He grinned against her. “Good.” The journey to the apex of her thighs sweetened the farther south he went, briefly stopping at her slender hips to rip the lacey underwear denying him the sight of her.
His tongue ran across the tender flesh of her left hip, and she lifted her bottom, pressing herself into his face. “Please,” she begged.
How could he deny her?
“Spread for me, princess. Let me look at the pretty cunt I’ll be eating tonight.”
She moaned and pushed her legs wide, showing the darkened skin of her slick pussy. Seeing her bared to him for the first time like this almost made him come in his pants again. He whispered a thanks to the gods for making this perfect creature for him to devour.
Lowering his head, he brushed his lips along the inside of her thigh. “Is this what you want?”
“Roman.” She pleaded with him now.
“Here?” his deep voice rumbled as he stuck his nose against her dripping pussy and pulled in a deep breath. His cock jerked and throbbed. He tried to think of anything unsavory to stave off his climax.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He flattened his tongue against her opening and swiped up in one, long lick. Her taste exploded across his tongue, and her cry rang in his ears. Everything around him narrowed to the arousal flooding his tongue as he stroked her over and over. He knew right then that there wouldn’t be a day in his life he wouldn’t have his head buried between her thighs.
Her hips ground against his face, and he wrapped his hands under her to hold her steady. Deeper he dove, ravenous for what he’d been denied for so long. His tongue alternated between fucking her entrance and licking her clean, only to start over again.
Her cries grew louder, and she tried to slip her hand to rub her clit, but he bit the tip. She yelped and yanked her hand back. “Your clit will get the attention it deserves when I say it does, princess. Let me play.”
She tossed her head back and tried to push against his mouth again. “Roman,please.”
Ignoring her, he dipped his head, running his tongue everywhere but where she wanted it. Her protests grew louder and her movements more erratic, until he granted her mercy and sucked her clit into his mouth.
Her back bowed with a scream, intensifying when he slipped two fingers inside her. Roman flicked his tongue quickly as the performer at the pleasure house had instructed him to do, switching to sucking just as he curled his fingers.
Her walls quivered around his digits, and her body convulsed, ripping a loud scream from her throat. He continued to move them in and out, dragging them along her fluttering walls.
Once she came down, he removed his fingers and sucked them into his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to clean her cunt with his tongue, but she’d need the mess to help accommodate his size.
“I need to be inside you,” he rasped and reached for the back collar of his shirt to pull it over his head. Violet sat forward and worked on the buttons of his pants, freeing his aching cock from its confines.
Violet’s mouth fell open. “Oh.”
Roman removed his pants and crawled over Violet’s body, forcing her to the ground. “You can take it, princess,” he said, his voice low and throaty. “Your pretty little pussy will stretch for me like it was made to do.”
