“Promise,amore mio,” switching it up from Russian to Italian.
I took her lips again, deeply, savagely, as if I was making up for lost time. And I was. Years worth to be exact.
“Yes,” she cried, arching against me and though I wanted to punish her for being naughty, I didn’t have it in me not to hear her cries.
So, I rolled her onto her back then climbed over her, caging her between my arms, and I stared down at her. She grinned as her arms wrapped my waist and her nails trailed over my lower back.
“You don’t need to be gentle, Roman, I won’t break.”
“No, Saranna, you’re made of far sturdier things to keep you strong. But I also want to savor this. It’s the first of many for us.”
She grinned even more as she locked her legs around my hips then rocked against me, pulling me closer.
I gave up the urge to tease either one of us and lined my hard dick with her wet pussy and slowly eased in, groaning at how hot and tight she was around me.
“So…good,” she moaned, tightening her legs around me. “So perfect.”
“Agreed.”
I stayed that way for a moment or two, just getting lost in the feeling of her before she started to wiggle. I looked down at her, a brow raised and she grinned.
“Move, or I’m taking over.”
“So bossy,” I told her, but moved anyway, slowly pumping into her. She glared at me and dug her nails into my lower back, making me grin at how she was trying to take control from beneath me.
“Roman, fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it. Like it’s the only thing you can think of.”
“Your wish is my command,?????????.”
“Princess huh?”
“You know Russian?” I asked, picking up my pace.
She moaned as she clutched me even tighter, making me hit a new angle that had her thrashing.
“When I need to. Oh…that’s it…don’t stop, please Roman. It feels so good.”
“That’s it, Saranna, give it all to me. Let me feel you break beneath me, to come all over me, to soak my dick in the best way possible.”
“Dirty…mouth. I like it.”
I smirked as I reached between us, pinching her clit as I drove into her, making her scream by the sheer pleasure as she did what I asked; soak my cock.
I struggled not to come, not wanting it to be over but she reached down and grabbed my balls, squeezing them and I laughed at how she did the same trick, making me lose my load into her.
I shuddered as I came hard, dropping my head to her shoulder as her nails ran down my spine and for the first time in ages, I felt content.
Happy.
Almost like this was possible between us.
No, not almost. It was going to have to be possible.
Because I was not giving her up again. She was mine, and she would forever be mine now, and I didn’t care what Marcell had to say about it.
Chapter 13
Saranna
