“He’s a fool,” he says, a tinge of anger coating his words. He grazes my breast with his thumb, paying special attention to my nipple. I gasp, the peak hardening against his touch. “Soft isn’t a flaw, Amalie. Never forget that.”
Heat blooms low in my belly. Tentatively, I reach for his shirt. “Your turn.”
Roman lifts his arms without hesitation and I pull the fabric over his head. The sight beneath is just as gorgeous as I remember from last night but without the water to hide anything. Hischest is broad and sculpted, scarred in some places. Broad, thick shoulders. The kind of body that could lift me without effort or pin me exactly where he wants me.
I touch his chest. He closes his eyes at the contact, just for a moment, as if my fingers on his skin makes him feel something he wasn’t quite prepared for.
When he opens his eyes, pure hunger clouds in his gaze. He leans forward, his lips closing over one nipple and sucking hard, tongue swirling while his fingers pinch the other, rolling it in just the way I like. Sparks shoot straight down, my pussy clenching, already slick for him.
“Oh my god, Roman,” I say. The sensation of his mouth on my breast is just shy of being too much, too intense, in a way I wasn’t expecting. “Please. I need more.”
He pulls back, grinning. “Bossy little thing.”
Without a word, I step off his lap and shimmy out of my shorts and panties, hips swaying in a way I can tell he loves. He stands slowly, looming over me as he approaches.
“You’re mine tonight.”
All I can do is nod. I’m totally under his spell.
He presses me back onto the bed, spreading my legs open.
“Beautiful,” he says again, his eyes on my pussy, his hands moving upward along my inner thighs slowly. “Just gorgeous.”
He parts me with his fingers. I gasp as he slides two thick digits through my slick folds, the slickness that’s been building since his mouth met mine. I spread my thighs wider, my hand settling onto his cock through his pants.
His thumb finds my clit, circling it firmly before he pushes inside with his other two fingers, curling right up against my G-spot. I moan, squeezing my eyes shut and bucking into his hand. The stretch of his fingers inside me is familiar, but I’m hungrier now. His rhythm steadies, and I rock into his touch, chasing the pleasure and not feeling one hint of shame.
“You’re soaked,” he growls. He grips my hip with his free hand, digging into the plush curve. Heat coils low and fast again, my nipples tight against the cool air, my breasts rising and falling with each gasp.
I tangle one hand in his hair. He pumps deeper, his mouth dropping to my inner thigh and covering the flesh with kisses.
“These legs are perfect. Soft and thick.”
The praise tips me over the edge and I come, the pleasure sharp and sudden. The orgasm hits, making me release a sharp cry, my walls pulsing around his fingers, soaking his hand as my hips buck into him. He doesn’t stop, drawing it out, his thumb relentless until I’m panting, my thighs quivering.
“Good girl,” he says, rising to kiss me. Our lips meet and I melt into the kiss again, my body throbbing from the orgasm in the best way possible.
But I still want more.
My hand moves to his belt. He helps me, opening the buckle and pulling down his zipper, then sliding his pants and black boxer-briefs down his powerful legs. I pull my lips from his for long enough to take in the sight of his cock—long, thick, and rock hard. The tip’s already glistening with a bead of pre-cum, and I can’t help but reach down and wrap my fingers around it.
He groans. “There you go,printsessa.You feel how hard I am for you?”
He’s solid and warm in my hand, my touch gliding up and down his length. He closes his eyes, focusing on the sensation. His cock twitches in my hand with each slide, and part of me wants to keep at it just like this, to watch him erupt for me.
But Roman has other plans.
His eyes flash wide with a raw, animalistic look that drives me wild. He moves over top of me, his powerful body looming, eclipsing everything else.
“Protection?”
“On the pill.”
That’s all he needs to hear. Roman reaches down and takes hold of himself, dragging his head along my slit. I moan and writhe from the sensation, biting down so hard on my lower lip that I worry I might draw blood.
“Please,” I moan, the anticipation too much to take. “Please.”
He grins as if that’s just what he wanted to hear. I feel his head press against my entrance. Then he slides in.
