He groaned, his hand entangling in my hair to hold me in place as he kissed me again, his free hand running over my hip, my ass, my lower back, back to my hip to guide me as he slid into me. I clutched him tighter with my leg, rocking slowly against him.
He met me thrust for thrust as his tongue danced with mine.
And that’s what it felt like. A dance.
It also felt like coming home.
I really did hope that he meant everything he said, because if he was laying claim to me, I was laying it right back. I wouldn’t deal well with him flirting with others. That ended now.
He shifted slightly, his hand once more running over my skin, and under his fingertips, I could feel my skin heat up.
Every part of me wanted every part of him, wanted his attention, wanted his love, his kisses, just him.
And I would demand it.
“What are you thinking about?” he whispered against my lips.
I opened my eyes and stared into his, feeling a connection like I have never felt before.
“If I’m yours, you’re mine, you know this right?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“We’re going to tell Marcell?”
His hips twisted, making me arch against him at the spot that he hit and he grinned. He bent forward, kissing over my cheek, my ear, down my neck, and back up to my lips.
“You’re mine, what are you not understanding?” he asked.
“I don’t want you to change your mind.”
There, I laid my fear down for him. His words were pretty, I couldn’t deny that, and I longed for them. But I knew his loyalty with Marcell. Would he really risk that for this?
“Saranna, look at me.”
I did.
I blinked a few times, not realizing that my eyes had teared up. He wiped the liquid with his thumb and gave me the sweetest kiss.
“I love you, Saranna. I’ve tried fighting it, tried turning you away, but you wouldn’t go. I’m done with it all. I want you, just you. You have to believe me that I would give it all up for you.”
I hugged him tightly, his words snapping something in me. Maybe it was breaking free? Maybe it was crumbling down the walls I had built?
I’m not sure, but I was glad he said what he said.
“I love you, Roman. I always have.”
“I know, baby.”
He took my lips one more time as he picked up speed, pushing into me not harder, but faster, pushing us to both seek that release.
There was no space between us, our bodies and soul united in such a way, and it was perfect, so damn perfect. And my heart was bursting, just as my body was, taking him over the edge with me.
We both cried out against each other as we came, shaking in each other’s arms, and I knew, I just fucking knew, that nothing could beat this moment with my man.
“I’ve never done that,” he told me, pushing the hair back from my face.
“Tell a woman you love them?”
