And when I tell him that, his eyes flare for a second like this is only occurring to him right now. Just like when he realized that he loves our baby, our Halo.
God, he’s so clueless. So lost.
My sweet, sweet villain.
But then his eyes turn predatory and full of desire.
Full of something that looks a lot like love.
But I know better.
I know better than to read into things. He’s taught me well.
So when he enters my body, I don’t think it’s love. Even though it feels like it.
It feels like this might be how my Roman shows his love, by driving me back to our special place and taking the last thing on my body that he hasn’t taken. By leaving his mark everywhere.
By building a shrine on my body, turning it into his love letter.
I would think about this more, but he chooses that moment to rub my clit and make me come.
And then he does everything as he told me he would.
He greases up his cock with my juices so he can put it in my ass. So he can dip his slippery head inside my tightest hole and make me arch and moan. And when it still doesn’t go in smoothly, he spits on it.
He spits on his cock like a beautiful, vulgar beast and rubs it all over his length, mixing his spit with my juices before trying again.
Before gaining an inch or two with his short thrusts.
I help him further by inching up my bare thighs on the hood of his Mustang and grabbing the cheeks of my ass to widen my hole. To present it to him like a gift, that prize he’s always wanted to trash and fuck.
And then there’s no turning back.
Yes, it’s painful and yes, I’ve never felt this kind of a stretch before.
But then I’ve never felt this kind of love either.
A love that makes me fly and makes me hurt. A love that feels like life one second and death the next.
A love that only grows and expands as I look into the wolf eyes of the guy who’s fucking my ass, who’s bent over me, his gaze tender and carnal and piercing, his big hand on my stomach, protecting our baby.
And the other hand in my mouth so I can suck on his fingers and not feel even a lick of pain.
Who’s grunting with every thrust and every time I squeeze my ass over his length.
And who tells me, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Fae. So fucking gorgeous. You’re a wonder.”
Popping his thumb out, I cradle his face, his tight jaw. “You are too.”
Before his mouth descends on me and I inch up slightly to help him put his lips on mine.
And as soon as he does, I crash and burn and come.
My pussy contracts and my ass flutters, forcing him to come as well, to come together. As one.
Making him fill my ass with his cream and conquer that last hole of mine.
Making him even more entrenched in my heart. A heart that says,I love you, Roman.
