Soft lips trail gentle kisses across my hipbones, then up my sternum between my breasts. I shiver as his breath puffs over my sweat-slicked skin. The last traces of fire caress my body in gentle waves as his hands soothe me.
“Ro,” I murmur, my voice hoarse.
He glances up at me, dark-rimmed gaze gleaming with wicked satisfaction. “Yes, Starfire?”
“Am I dead?”
His eyes flash with amusement, and an embarrassed flush sweeps across my skin. Of course I’m not dead, although he may have literally blown my mind if that nonsense is any indication. I huff and throw an arm over my face.
“I’d never forgive myself if I killed you, even if it was from pleasure,” Ro says.
His hard body brackets mine as his gentle fingers circle my wrist and pull my arm away. His eyes flick between mine, then one side of his lips lift in a mischievous smirk. “What a way to go though, huh?”
I roll my eyes, but can’t contain the loopy smile. I feel incorporeal, disembodied, like he’s somehow changed me on such a fundamental level that I’ll never recover. My eyes lift to meet his again as he traces his fingers along my jaw, down my neck, over the shell of my ear. It’s like he’s memorizing every last curve and detail.
I blink in astonishment at the reverence on his face, then my lids fall closed in bliss when he scratches his nails along my scalp, threading his fingers through my hair.
“Shit, that feels good,” I murmur.
He does it again, causing tingles to race from my scalp down my neck and along my spine, and I arch into him. Ro lets out a low hum of approval, tightening his grip on my hair and tilting my head back, exposing my neck. Then he hovers over me, letting the anticipation build. I don’t know how I can possiblywant more after he just destroyed me so thoroughly, but I can’t deny the throbbing warmth radiating between my legs.
“Ro,” I whisper.
He’s blasted through all of my defenses, and I know the desperation is clear on my face. I can feel it, and there’s nothing I can do to hide. His eyes glimmer, the dark eyeliner making the ring around his iris stark and striking in the low light. His piercings glint as his expression darkens, his own want rising to meet mine.
“Starfire.” His voice is an octave lower than usual, sending lines of fire through my blood straight to my oversensitive clit.
I clench my thighs together with a strained whimper, begging him with my eyes. To take me, to fuck me, to care for me, to not hurt me, to keep me safe.
Asking for an impossibility that he may have already granted me.
Ro dips his head down and licks a line up my bared throat, the warmth of his tongue nearly scalding. I want him closer, need him inside me, and my fingers scrabble for purchase along his lean back. His muscles flex under my palms as he adjusts our bodies, settling himself between my legs.
“Are you ready, love?” he asks, slipping his fingers between us.
Love.
That word again, but it feels different now. It doesn’t feel sarcastic or manipulative. It feelsrelevant.Significant. Meaningful.
My eyes turn glassy as I blink back my cresting emotions and swallow the defensive urge to push him away. I circle my hands around his biceps. Press my fingertips into his skin while he waits, patiently paused above me. I think he knows I need a moment to collect myself, and the fact he’s so in tune with me gives my protective instincts another flare of defiance.
I don’t want to be seen.
But… It’s not so bad when it’s Ro.
I open eyes that I had clenched shut, looking up through my lashes to meet Ro’s steady gaze. He tilts his head and offers me a soft smile that quickly takes on an impish slant. It’s a safe way out of the emotional mess I’ve landed in and I take it, meeting his smirk with a glare.
His eyes light up as his grin grows. “There she is,” he murmurs.
He dips down to nudge his nose against mine, then nips my bottom lip. My lips part, and Ro groans into my mouth.
“I want you, Lor,” he says.
“Yes,” I reply with a frantic nod, giving him all the permission he needs.
He pushes inside me, a decadent stretch as my pussy sucks him in. I angle my hips and pull one leg up, stretching it above us and allowing Ro to push even deeper. He growls out a string of profanity and leans into my leg, adjusting it on his shoulder so my foot is behind his head. Then he grips my opposite knee, bending and pushing it wide to give himself room to pound into me.
I gasp and arch off the bed, the angle hitting something deep inside, triggering a cascade of trembles to wrack my body. I don’t understand how we fit together so well, how after only knowing each other a short time, we can have what feels like an instinctual connection.
