Chapter 57 57
Maisie's Pov
My hands roamed over his sculpted muscles, feverish with want. We were pressed so tightly together I could feel the wild beats of his heart, but it wasn’t enough.
Roman groaned when I arched into him, craving more.
“You are going to be the death of me, amor.” he muttered before kissing me again, even deeper this time, his mouth exploring mine so expertly.
His strong, warm hands swept up the backs of my thighs and lifted me till we got to the dining table. One stayed on my thigh, sliding up and around until it brushed the wetness soaking my underwear; the other stole beneath my shirt and bra to palm my breast.
“Please.” My half gasp, half whimper would’ve been embarrassing had I been in my right mind.
I couldn’t draw enough oxygen into my lungs. My head grew light.
Fuck.
“Xavier will never touch what's mine ever again.” Roman’s silken murmur traveled the length of my spine and dropped between my legs. It pulsed with an empty ache as he pushed my panties to the side and rubbed a thumb over my sensitized clit.
My vision hazed.
I didn’t see when he pushed my shirt up and closed his mouth around my nipple, or when he pushed a finger deep enough inside me to make me cry out. Time lost all meaning as he consumed me, licking and sucking and playing me with ruthless precision until I writhed with mindless pleasure.
I was practically lying on top of the table at this point, and a sharp cry tore from my throat when he pressed the most sensitive spot inside me. I thrashed and bucked, my hand fisted his hair.
Soon, the air carried a filthy symphony of my moans, whimpers, and the wet sounds of his fingers plunging in and out of me.
I was nothing but sensation, lost in a rhythm that was both too much and not enough.
“Who does this body belong to?” Gravel transformed Roman’s soft words into a rough command.
“Y - you.” I spluttered.
“Who is the only one that gets to make you come?” He asked again.
“You … oh fuck.” I moaned.
“Now be a good girl and come for me.”
That was all it took.
My orgasm scorched through me like a gasoline set ablaze. Higher, hotter, crashing over me in wave after wave until I was so spent I could do little more than lie there, limp and spent while Roman cleaned me up.
Languid contentment spread through me as he wiped my thighs with something soft—a handkerchief, maybe—and gently tugged my clothes back into place.
“Woah,” I said drowsily. “I feel much better now.”
Roman's soft laugh blanketed my skin. He helped me off the table and onto my feet, though my knees were so weak I wobbled a bit before I regained my balance.
His hair was mussed from my hands, and flags of color stained the crests of his cheeks, but he was still far more put together than I was. This man gave me one of the best orgasms of my life.
I dropped my eyes to where his arousal tented his pants. My throat dried, and a fresh wave of heat coasted through my stomach. Do we have time for a second round?
Heat darkened his eyes, followed by a seductive smirk. It was like he read my thoughts.
A shiver rippled through me and my head fell back when his lips skimmed down to my earlobe and nipped.
“Roman…”
Lust surged through me, sweeping away every piece of logic and rationality aside.
There was a soft knock on the door but I didn't move. “Miss Chloe, dinner is ready.”
“Roman, there's…”
“Tell the maid that you're busy.” he curled his hand around the back of my neck and spoke in a voice so low and dark I hardly recognized it. “You have 30 seconds, darling, or you’ll find out firsthand that I’m not always the gentleman you think I am.”
I didn’t remember what excuse I gave the maid for leaving early. I didn’t remember much at all, really. I was addicted to his voice, his touch, every single thing about him. And the way he looked at me made me think I wasn’t the only one spinning out of control.
“Come here.” The soft command skated down my spine as I returned
My feet moved before my brain could protest. One step, two steps, until our bodies nearly touched. His body heat licked at my skin and singed the edges of my resistance.
I didn’t have time to think. One minute, I was standing; the next, Roman had crushed his mouth to mine, and my bones dissolved with such embarrassing speed I would’ve melted to the floor had he not been holding me up.
My head grew light, and I didn’t resist when Roman maneuvered us to a chair.
Every shiver melted into the next until I was racked with one long, ceaseless shudder of pleasure.
Then he pulled back, and I inhaled a shallow breath before I found myself on his lap. I didn’t know how we ended up in that position, but I wasn’t complaining. Not when his mouth scored a fiery path down the side of my neck and his arousal pressed flush against my back, driving the oxygen out of my lungs again.
“Spread your legs for me, love.” Roman's murmur dripped honey into my veins.
Dear Goddess, that accent.
IPressure built between my legs as his hand trailed lazily up my inner thigh until they reached my soaked thong. The force of my need squeezed a low, embarrassing whine from my throat. He’d barely touched me, and I was already a mess.
“Just like that.” He tugged at the hem of my shirt and ripped it off me. Cool air brushed against my chest, making my sensitized nipples send an answering jolt to my core. “Let me feel how wet you are.”
He pushed my underwear to the side.
“Roman.” I gasped when he pushed two fingers inside me. Sweat beaded on my forehead at the agonizingly sweet stretch.
“Oh Godd…” My sentence evaporated when he palmed my breast and squeezed. He rubbed a thumb over my nipple while his fingers delved deeper.
My head fell back even as lust and a moan escaped me.
Roman swallowed my gasp with a punishing kiss.
My arms wound around his neck, and he hiked my legs around his waist as he pushed me up against the nearby wall.
His earlier precision hung in tatters around us. This was pure, unadulterated lust.
Roman kissed his way to my chest, his mouth a hot brand against my skin. A shudder rolled through me when he took a nipple in his mouth, licking and tugging and teasing until I was close to shattering.
His hands gripped my hips with bruising force; my teeth sank into the curve between his neck and shoulder with desperate want. We were sweat and heat and wild abandon, and I never wanted it to end.
He removed one of his hands from my hip. I dimly heard the metal rasp of a zipper, followed by the crinkle of foil.
The hot, hard head of his cock nudged against my pussy. I shifted my hips with a pleading whine and he sank into me.
Nothing could beat this feeling.