Chapter 60 A Game for Two
WARNING: STEAMY SCENE 18+
Evelyn's body still hummed with the aftershocks of her release, her skin flushed and sensitive under Roman's touch. She leaned into his kiss, tasting herself on his lips, a mix of salt and desire that made her head spin. The alcohol from the cocktails lingered in her veins, warming her from the inside out, loosening the last threads of her inhibitions.
Roman pulled back slightly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he traced a finger along her jaw. "See? I know exactly what you need," he whispered huskily, his voice sending a fresh shiver through her.
Her thighs trembled where they bracketed his hips, the sun-warmed stone beneath her the only thing keeping her from melting entirely.
“You’re so fucking responsive,” he murmured roughly. His thumb brushed the corner of her lower lip, then trailed down the column of her throat, following the rapid flutter of her pulse.
“I want to mark you. Right here.”
His fingers pressed lightly against the delicate skin just below her jaw, then lower, over the swell of her breast where the rope had left faint red impressions. “Where no one else will see… except me.”
Evelyn’s breath hitched. The words landed low in her belly, curling heat through her already oversensitive body.
She met his gaze, her breath steadying, but a spark ignited in her chest—a defiant thrill fueled by the alcohol and the way he'd just unraveled her so completely.
‘When it comes to pleasure, I'm in charge.’
His words echoed in her mind, a challenge she suddenly wanted to flip on its head. But not yet. She let him think he had her, responding by tilting her head to the side, offering the side of her neck without a word.
Roman exhaled sharply through his nose. “Good girl,” he breathed, his mouth descending on her neck.
His lips brushed the spot he’d chosen first, softly. Then his mouth opened, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp before he sucked, firmly. Drawing blood to the surface in a slow, blooming ache that bordered on pleasure.
Evelyn’s fingers dug into his shoulders; she felt the bruise forming under his mouth, the sensation shot straight between her legs.
She whimpered helplessly.
The sting mixed with pleasure, her body responding eagerly, hips grinding against his still-straining arousal through the thin barrier of his shorts.
Roman groaned against her skin, the vibration traveling down her spine. He released the spot with a wet pop.
She felt powerful in her vulnerability, her whimpers turning into encouraging sighs as he moved lower, leaving a trail of purpled kisses along her collarbone and down to the swell of her breast.
“Roman—” Her voice cracked.
He lifted his head just enough to meet her eyes. His pupils were blown wide, lips glistening, a faint smear of her arousal still at the corner of his mouth. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he rasped. “Every time you make that little sound, I want to ruin you a little more.”
His hands roamed freely now, one cupping her breast while the other slid between her thighs again, teasing her oversensitive folds with light, circling strokes.
Evelyn's head fell back against the rock, a low cry escaping her lips as he worked her back up, his fingers dipping inside her once more, slower this time, building that coil anew.
"You feel so good," he murmured against her skin, his teeth grazing her nipple before soothing it with his tongue.
She trembled, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, urging him on. "Tell me you want more.”
"I... I do," she admitted, her voice breathless and needy, her hands threading through his hair to guide him. The warmth of the stone beneath her grounded her, contrasting the cool laps of water against her calves, heightening every sensation.
She rocked against his hand, chasing the building pressure, her moans growing louder, more insistent. "Don't stop—oh, God, right there.”
He obliged, his pace quickening, his mouth claiming another spot on her throat with a possessive suck, creating another mark there.
Evelyn's body tensed, climbing higher, her nails scraping lightly down his back in response, drawing a groan from him. She was close again, teetering on the edge, her breaths coming in sharp pants.
But just as the wave crested, that bold spark flared brighter. The alcohol buzzed in her blood, mixing with the adrenaline, and she decided—no, she wasn't going to let him dictate everything. Not today. She wanted to pleasure him also.
With a surge of courage, she pushed against his chest, catching him off guard. Roman paused, his eyes widening slightly as she sat up straighter, her hands moving to his shoulders to gently but firmly guide him back.
"Wait," she said, her voice steadier than she felt, a teasing smile curving her lips despite the flush on her cheeks. "You think you're the only one in charge here?”
Roman blinked, a flicker of surprise crossing his features, but it quickly melted into intrigue. "Evelyn—”
She didn't let him finish. Emboldened, she slid off the rock and into the shallow water, the coolness shocking her heated skin for a moment before she pressed against him, her hands roaming down his chest.
"My turn," she whispered, her fingers hooking into the waistband of his shorts.
She tugged them down with a deliberate slowness, freeing his arousal, and wrapped her hand around him, stroking firmly.
Roman's breath hitched, his head tipping back as a low growl rumbled from his throat.
"Evelyn..." His voice was rough, less controlled now, his hands gripping her arms but not stopping her.
She reveled in it, the way his muscles tensed under her touch, the way he throbbed in her palm.
Dropping to her knees in the water, mirroring his earlier position, she looked up at him with a wicked glint in her eyes. The waves lapped around her, but she ignored them, leaning in to trace her tongue along his length, teasing the tip before taking him into her mouth.
Roman's hands fisted in her hair, not guiding but holding on as if for dear life.
"Fuck," he muttered, his legendary control cracking as she worked him with her lips and tongue, alternating suction and slow, deliberate licks that had his hips bucking involuntarily.
She hummed around him, the vibration drawing another groan from deep in his chest, her free hand caressing his thigh, feeling the tremor there.
He was pliant now, utterly at her mercy, his breaths ragged as she quickened her pace, determined to push him over the edge just as he'd done to her.
"Evelyn—I'm—"
His warning came too late; she felt him tense, then shatter, his release spilling as she swallowed, her eyes locked on his face, watching the ecstasy wash over him.
When he finally stilled, she rose, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, a satisfied smile on her face. Roman pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her tightly, his forehead resting against hers.
"You... how did you learn to do stuff like that?" he whispered softly, his breath ragged.
"Let's just say, I watched one or two videos," she said confidently, pressing a kiss to his jaw.
"When it comes to pleasure, two can play the game. Let me rephrase your statement." She said smugly.
Roman's face lit up with a bright smile, his chest rumbling with a deep laugh, as he stared at her amusedly, biting his lips, and staring at her seductively.
Evelyn almost faltered under his stare, but she quickly regained her composure. There was no going back now—she was going to make the best of this trip.
She pressed closer, her body still tingling from the power shift she'd just claimed.
"You have to hold tight, husband. Because we're not done yet."