Chapter 105 Still Mine
WARNING: MATURE SCENE; STEAMY 20+ R-RATED
Evelyn felt something deep and dangerous tightening low in her chest, then slipping lower, coiling into heat.
It wasn’t just desire. It was him.
The way he looked at her intensely, like she belonged all to him.
Her breath faltered.
Almost without thinking, she shifted against him, rocking slowly, her dress bunching higher up her thighs.
The subtle friction sent a sharp pulse through her, and she stilled for a moment, startled by how quickly her body responded.
Roman didn’t move. But his reaction betrayed him.
A low, restrained sound escaped his throat, his head tipping back slightly, jaw tightening as if he was holding himself together by sheer force.
That was all it took.
She didn't want to stop.
Evelyn moved again, more deliberately this time.
His hands found her waist, fingers pressing in on her tightly.
“Roman…” she breathed out.
His eyes snapped back to hers. Darkly.
“Look at me,” he said, low and unsteady.
Evelyn's gaze locked to his.
Whatever distance and hesitation that had existed between them before, burned away in that moment. What remained was raw, consuming, and impossible to ignore.
Roman exhaled sharply.
“Do you have any idea…” he murmured, voice rough, “what you do to me?”
Evelyn's heart skipped at how real his words sounded.
That was what made her lose the last of her restraint.
Every hesitation and lingering doubt she had about him disappeared at that moment.
She couldn’t bring herself to care anymore.
She just needed him. In every way that mattered.
Evelyn continued moving, the delicious friction against his hardness making her breath hitch.
Each slow roll of her hips pulled another low needy sound from his chest. His hands flexed hard on her waist.
Roman’s control snapped. His palms slid up, gripping the hem of her gown.
In one fluid motion he dragged it over her head and tossed it aside, leaving her upper body completely bare.
The cool night air kissed her skin, raising goosebumps instantly.
Evelyn felt exposed—completely at his mercy.
And the way he looked at her…
made her want to be.
Her nipples tightened at the thought.
“Look at you,” he breathed, eyes raking over her naked body like he wanted to devour every inch.
One large hand cupped her breast, thumb brushing the stiff peak before he leaned in and sucked it into his hot mouth.
Evelyn gasped sharply, arching into him. “Roman—ahh!”
The wet suction sent a bolt of pleasure straight to her clit.
His tongue flicked, teeth grazing.
Evelyn whimpered. She felt herself grow wetter, dripping into her pant, as he worshiped her.
Desperate for more of him, she leaned down and sank her teeth into the side of his throat, right over his tempting Adam’s apple.
Roman’s groan vibrated against her lips, deep and broken.
“Hmm—yes, bite me,” he growled around her nipple, sucking harder.
The dual sensation made her grind down harder. Her hips moved faster, as she rode his thick length still trapped in his pants.
It became too much for him.
With a sudden, urgent growl, Roman lifted her clean off his lap.
One arm wrapped around her waist while the other yanked her panties down her legs.
Evelyn helped frantically, kicking one leg free so the lace could slide off completely.
“Roman—wait, we’re outside—” she panted, voice trembling even as her hands fumbled to help him.
He cut her off hoarsely. “We’re the only ones in the villa, Lyn. No one else here. Please, baby… I need you.”
Evelyn's gaze dropped.
Her breath caught, anticipation curling tight in her chest.
She could see the thick outline of him straining against his casual pants, the head already leaking precum and soaking the fabric.
She swallowed hard.
Roman guided her hand inside his waistband.
The moment her fingers wrapped around his bare cock, she gasped.
He was scorching hot, pulsing in her palm, so big her hand barely closed around him.
The slick precum coated her palm as she stroked once, feeling him twitch violently.
Slowly, she lined the swollen, glistening tip up with her dripping entrance.
The first teasing press of hot flesh against her folds ripped identical moans from both of them.
“Mmm—fuck, baby,” Roman groaned, the sound raw and desperate.
“Roman… ahhh,” she whimpered at the same time, thighs shaking from the delicious pressure.
She sank down inch by inch, taking him slowly.
The stretch and fullness stole the breath from her lungs.
She stilled for a heartbeat, fingers tightening against him, trying to steady herself around the overwhelming sensation.
Roman’s groan deepened into a long, tortured sound as her tight heat swallowed him.
Evelyn’s moan rose high with his, almost sobbing.
In this position he felt impossibly bigger, stretching her wide, pressing against every sensitive wall inside her.
“Fuuuuck,” Roman cursed, the word ripped from his chest. His hands clamped onto her bare waist and ass, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
“Why are you still so fucking tight...”
Evelyn’s face flushed red at his filthy words, but she kept going, sliding down until she was seated fully on him, every thick inch buried deep.
Her walls fluttered and clenched around his cock, drawing another sharp curse from his lips.
She started moving her hips, slowly at first.
The drag of him inside her was exquisite, every ridge and vein rubbing perfectly against her inner walls.
Roman’s head fell back again, but he forced his eyes open, locking onto hers.
“Your eyes on me, Lyn” he ordered roughly. “Watch what you do to me.”
Evelyn obeyed, riding him deeper, as she stared at his eyes.
Her breasts bounced with every bounce, and Roman’s mouth found one again, sucking greedily while his other hand pinched and rolled the neglected nipple.
She bit down on his throat once more, moaning against his skin as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.
“Hmm—Roman—you’re so deep,” she cried, voice breaking. “I can feel you everywhere.”
He thrust up to meet her, matching her rhythm, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing into the night.
Their moans tangled.
“That’s it, darling… ride my cock just like that. Fuck, you’re soaking me.”
Roman’s rhythm suddenly faltered. His grip on her ass tightened painfully as his hips jerked up hard one last time. “Lyn—fuck—I’m coming—!”
He came first, spilling hot and thick inside her with a deep, broken groan.
Pulse after pulse of his release flooded her, warm and messy, leaking out around his cock where they were joined.
The lewd, wet sounds filled the air—obscene squelching every time she moved, his cum dripping down her thighs, coating her folds, his shaft, even the front of his pants.
Evelyn didn’t stop. She bounced higher now, chasing her own release, using the slickness of his cum to slide faster.
The filthy sounds only grew louder.
“Hmm… ahh—don’t stop,” she breathed, voice wrecked, riding him through his orgasm as her own pleasure spiraled higher.
Roman’s cock stayed buried deep, still pulsing inside her.
But within moments she felt him hardening beneath her again.
This time he took over.
His hands clamped firmly on her bare ass, holding her in place so she couldn’t bounce anymore.
He ground her down against him in slow, deliberate circles, forcing her clit to drag along the base of his cock while he stayed buried to the hilt.
The new pressure was devastating.
Evelyn moaned loudly, as the slow grind rubbed her exactly where she needed it. “Roman—oh god—yes… like that—”
He kept the pace torturously slow, rolling his hips in deep, filthy circles, his cum still leaking out with every grind, making everything slicker, messier.
The lewd sounds grew even louder.
Evelyn soon shattered with a loud, broken cry, walls pulsing and squeezing around him as her release crashed over her.
“Roman—ahh! I’m coming—!”
He didn’t stop grinding, drawing it out until she was trembling. He kept going, until the coil inside him wound tight again.
They continued like that until Roman came a second time, groaning her name as he spilled deep inside her once more.
Evelyn followed right after, her second orgasm ripping through her in perfect sync with his, her walls milking every last drop while their moans tangled together under the night sky.
They stayed locked together, panting, foreheads pressed close, bodies slick with sweat and their release.
Roman’s arms wrapped around her possessively, one hand still cupping her breast, his thumb stroking lazily over her sensitive nipple as his cum continued to drip slowly down her thighs.
For a while, neither of them moved.
Just quiet breaths, their bodies still tangled together, hearts slowly finding their rhythm again.
“I’m slightly recharged now,” he murmured against her lips. “Now you can go plug in your phone.”
Evelyn laughed weakly, still reeling from her release.
“You’re unbelievable.” She whispered back.