My face burns. ‘You don’t have to?—’
‘Have to?’ His mouth curves, slow and dangerous. ‘Oh, baby girl, there’s nothing I want more than to make you fall apart.’
His muscled arms flex as he shifts closer. I swallow hard, arching my back in an invitation. Not that he sought permission. No, Roman is in the mood totake.
This version of him has me weak.
‘Open your legs. Let me see all of you.’
I obey, even as a flush of heat fills my cheeks. The low growl he lets out when he spies that I’m already wet has me trembling.
‘How long have you touched this pretty cunt for me?’
‘Months,’ I admit, biting my lip as his fingertips graze my splayed thighs.
‘Even though you knew I couldn’t have you? Did you take me so I’d stuff you full of cock, Maggie?’
‘No,’ I whimper. ‘But I want you to. Please?’
He slides two fingers into me with ease. Not an ounce of resistance to meet him. Pleasure coils in my core, and I shudder beneath the salacious touch.
When he curls toward my inner walls, he focuses on my face, watching as my lips open.
‘I love how responsive you are. How badly you need to come to function. That I can tame your wild mind by making you squeal for me.’
God damn. Where has this side of Roman been?
Oh, the other side of the wall, you idiot.
His mouth finds mine as he teases me with his hand, dragging slow touches between my thighs until I want to scream. Too slow. Too soft. I want more. The world narrows to the places where our bodies connect.
‘You can take more, can’t you?’ Roman inserts a third finger and increases the tempo of his fingers as I arch more.
‘I can take everything you’ve got for me,’ I mumble before nipping at his lip.
For the first time all night, my mind goes quiet.
Within moments, I’m writhing beneath his touch, lust drunk with desire as he stokes me with deep thrusts of his fingers, stretching and exploring. His gaze doesn’t move from my face, those darkening eyes taking in every desperate gasp.
As tension builds deep inside me, the tears I’d been holding back release. I’m not sad, and I can’t control them, but shame creeps up my chest.
‘Please don’t stop,’ I stammer, my eyes sliding away from his face.
‘Let it all go, Maggie.’ Roman demands, his fingers not letting up their divine intrusion.
The tears track down my cheek and disappear into my hair as I chase the fall, grinding my hips to press the pad of his thumb against my aching clit.
My breath catches when Roman leans down and drags his tongue across my wet cheeks, tasting my tears.
‘I want all of you tonight. Every last fucking drop. Your pleasure. Your tears. Give me more.
The grumble in his throat drives me closer to the edge, and I curse when he pulls his fingers from me.
‘Put them back,’ I demand with an angry whine.
‘No, Princess. I need more.’
He stands and pulls my hips harshly to the edge of the bed, his gloriously firm body hovering above me. His hair is mussed, and his body bruised from the events of the day.
