“Ah, so you wanted it then.”
I nod. “Yes.”
“My Fae wanted to be fucked by a villain.”
“Uh-huh.”
He crawls over me even more and my thighs, even in my mindlessness, part for him. They make space for his large body. When he’s directly above me, his biceps straining and sweaty now, he says gruffly, “So you won’t call the cops on me, baby?”
I shake my head, shuddering, almost orgasming at his ‘baby.’
“No? Not even to tell them that you just went out for a walk. An innocent fucking walk when he took you, that villain. When he captured you in his dirty hands and fucked you so hard that he sowed a baby inside of you.”
My hands leave the sheet and go to him.
My nails make homes in the meat of his biceps and dig in, making him shudder over me. “No. God, Reed. Please.”
He lowers himself on me, his taut abs touching my pregnant belly, and I arch my back. I bring my thighs around his waist, my core seeking his cock.
“Please what, Fae?” he asks, framing my face with his hands, rubbing his jean-covered cock right at the notch of my thighs. “‘Please, show me your dick, Reed.’ Is that what you’re saying?”
I undulate with him, chasing that friction. “Yes.”
“What about now?” He chuckles, teasing me, moving against me, giving me that friction that he gives me every night, but I want something more tonight. I want his cock. “You want to call them now? You want to tell them that this asshole won’t even show you his dick. His big, fat dick that made your pussy cry and got her pregnant.”
I push at his biceps and claw at his skin. “God, Roman, you’re —”
Sense slams into me then.
It jars me.
It opens my eyes, clears my foggy vision and I see him.
I see his flushed cheekbones, the sweat dotting his brows. His stubble-covered jaw that’s sharp but still. His entire body is still. Hard like a rock. So much so that digging my nails into his muscles is a hardship now.
My heart pounds in my chest as I lie beneath him, naked, with parted thighs.
“What’d you just say?” he asks in a voice that barely reaches me even though I’m almost wrapped around him.
I swallow. “R-Roman.”
He stares at me for a few beats and I don’t know what he’s thinking.
I don’t know what he’ll do.
“I’ve been…” he says again in that low voice. “I didn’t… I didn’t think that you’d ever call me that. I thought…”
“You thought what?”
His eyes pierce into mine, so many emotions running through them, and his Adam’s apple jerks. “I thought that I’d lost it. Lost the privilege of you calling me that.”
My hands fly to his face then, my palms rubbing his stubble. “You didn’t. You didn’t lose it.”
His jaw tics under my palm, his eyes burning me. “Say it again.”
Tears prick my eyes but I blink and obey him. “Roman.”
“Again.”
