Chapter 61 Marked by Desire
WARNING: SEXUAL SCENE: R-RATED 18+
The water swirled around their waists, cool against the feverish heat of their skin, but it did nothing to temper the slow burn reigniting between them.
Roman's arms were still locked around her, his breathing uneven, his eyes dark with a mixture of awe and renewed hunger as he looked down at her.
She tilted her head, studying the line of his throat, the pulse jumping there. A wicked little smile curved her lips.
"My turn to mark you," she murmured teasingly, the effect of the alcohol still lending her that delicious edge of boldness.
Roman’s brows arched at her unexpected boldness, surprise flashing briefly before it deepened into something darker, and more approving. "You think you can handle that?"
Instead of answering with words, she leaned in and pressed her open mouth to the side of his neck, just below his ear. She sucked gently at first, testing, then harder, drawing the skin between her lips, letting her teeth graze just enough to make him hiss. His fingers flexed against her hips, a low rumble vibrating in his chest.
Evelyn hummed in satisfaction at the sound, moving lower along the corded muscle of his shoulder. She bit down lightly, then soothed the spot with her tongue before sucking again, determined to leave a dark, possessive bloom, like he had done to her.
Roman's head tipped back, exposing more of his throat to her, a silent surrender that sent a fresh rush of heat straight to her core.
"Harder," he rasped, one hand sliding up her spine to cradle the back of her head, encouraging her.
She obliged.
Another mark bloomed just above his collarbone—deep purple against his tanned skin. Then another, lower, near the ridge of his pectoral. Each time she sucked and bit, she pressed her breasts against his chest, letting her hardened nipples drag across him, teasing them both.
Roman groaned, his control visibly fraying, hips jerking forward so his still-hard length nudged insistently against her lower belly.
Evelyn pulled back just enough to admire her work: a small constellation of hickeys scattered across his neck and upper chest, claiming territory the way he'd claimed hers earlier. She traced one with her fingertip, watching goosebumps rise in its wake.
"Look at you," she whispered huskily. "All marked up. Mine."
Roman's eyes snapped to hers, pupils blown wide. "Careful, sweetheart," he warned, but the roughness in his tone was undercut by the way his hands trembled slightly against her waist. "You're playing with fire."
She smiled, slow and dangerously. "What if I like to get burned?"
Without breaking eye contact, she rocked forward, sliding her slick heat along the underside of his cock in one deliberate glide. Roman sucked in a sharp breath, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. She did it again—slower this time, grinding her clit against him with every roll of her hips, using his length like her own personal toy.
The friction was exquisite. Wet, hot, and slippery from the water and from her earlier release. She moaned softly against his mouth as she moved, setting a lazy, torturous rhythm that had them both trembling.
Roman's restraint cracked further with every pass. His head dropped forward, forehead resting against hers, breaths coming in harsh pants. "Evelyn—fuck—you're going to kill me."
"Not yet," she breathed, nipping at his lower lip. "I want you inside me first."
Evelyn herself was shocked by her sudden boldness. She didn't realize until the words came tumbling out.
Roman had no time to be surprised again, his control snapped.
With a guttural sound, he lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he turned them so her back met the smooth, sun-warmed rock again.
He braced one hand beside her head, the other guiding himself to her entrance. The head of him nudged against her, thick and insistent, and she whimpered, hips tilting up in silent plea.
"Say it," he demanded, voice gravel-rough. "Tell me you want this."
"I want you," she gasped, nails scoring lightly down his back, over the fresh marks she'd left. "All of you. Now."
He thrust in one long, deep stroke, filling her completely.
Evelyn cried out, the stretch perfect and overwhelming, her walls fluttering around him as he seated himself to the hilt. For a heartbeat they simply stayed like that—locked together, foreheads pressed, breathing each other's air, before Roman began to move.
Slow at first. Deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive place inside her. Then harder. Faster. The sound of skin meeting skin mingled with the lap of water and their broken moans, echoing softly off the cliffs.
Evelyn met him thrust for thrust, grinding up to take him deeper, her hands roaming his back, his shoulders, tangling in his hair to pull his mouth down to hers in a messy, desperate kiss. Another hickey bloomed on the side of his throat as she sucked hard while he drove into her, claiming him even as he claimed her.
The coil inside her tightened again, impossibly fast after everything that came before. Roman felt it, he felt her clench around him, and angled his hips to hit that spot over and over until she shattered a second time, her cry muffled against his shoulder as she bit down, leaving one final mark.
He followed moments later, burying himself deep with a ragged groan, pulsing inside her as his release flooded her.
They stayed locked together for long minutes afterward, hearts hammering, bodies slick with sweat and seawater. Roman pressed soft, reverent kisses along her jaw, her temple, the shell of her ear.
"You," he murmured, voice wrecked, "are dangerous this way."
Evelyn smiled against his skin, lazy and sated. "You don't always have to underestimate me. I might shock you."
Roman let out a laugh.
“You did really give me a shock,” he stared at her pliant self. “And trust me, if you continue like this, you might just have me in your palm.”
Evelyn laughed heartily.
“Isn't that supposed to scare you?” She asked. “I might be more than you think I am.”
Roman stared at her, his gaze unwavering. “And I might be more than you think I am also.” He searched her gaze.
“Maybe I’m just a man who enjoys being claimed by his wife.”
Author’s Note: Hey lovely readers! 🥰 Evelyn isn’t holding back this time… and neither is Roman. Things are heating up, sparks are flying, and the chemistry is off the charts! 🔥💦 Drop a comment if you’re loving their naughty little power play!