Chapter 59 Currents of Desire
(This chapter contains explicit sexual content and adult themes. Reader discretion is advised.)
Evelyn barely had time to gasp before cool water closed around them.
She clutched instinctively at Roman’s shoulders as he surfaced, her yelp dissolving into a breathless laugh when she realized she wasn’t falling—she was being held securely.
His hands wrapped firmly on her waist, anchoring her against him as the water rocked them gently. The sunlight danced across the water, and the cliffs of the cove enclosed them in private intimacy.
Her legs wrapped around him without permission from her mind.
She flushed immediately. ‘It must be the effect of the alcohol,’ she told herself, trying to calm the fluttering in her chest.
Roman's heated gaze remained on her seductively.
His breath grew heavy against her temple, his chest rising and falling beneath her palms. She could feel the tension in him now, undeniable and startling. The way his arms tightened, just slightly. The way he tilted his head back, as if relieving the sensation of her in her arms, jaw clenched, as if forcing himself to breathe. And most of all, she could feel his arousal pressed tightly against her core.
Her pulse accelerated, her legs squeezing instinctively. He groaned low in response, “Evelyn.”
“Oh,” she whispered, exhaling shakily. Summoning courage, she slid her hand slowly to the back of his neck, feeling the taut muscles beneath her palm.
Roman’s eyes locked with hers, intensity burning. For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to only the two of them.
Then, in a small, teasing smile, she broke the tension.
“You do realize my thighs were injured. And you’re holding on rather… forcefully.” she murmured, brushing a wet strand of hair from her face.
He frowned slightly, the hunger in his eyes faltering for a fraction. “The medicine I applied should be enough to stop the pain and heal the shallow wounds,” he said breathing heavily, trying to suppress his desire as he gently raised her leg to inspect the faint, healing marks.
The movement was his undoing. The slender rope of her bikini bottom, already strained, slid entirely aside with the water’s pull.
Cool air kissed her most intimate skin.
Evelyn gasped, a tremor wracking her.
Roman’s eyes snapped from her thigh to her face, then lower, the look in them turning feral. His fingers dug into her skin, as if fighting to keep himself still. A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Quite the joker, aren’t you?” he gritted out.
Her flush deepened, but her smile held. “I was just wondering how long your legendary control would last.”
“Careful,” he murmured, rough and dangerously. “You don’t know what you’re starting.”
Her heart hammered, frantically against his. The old instinct to retreat rose up out of habit.
She swallowed it down. “I do,” she whispered, meeting his gaze confidently.
Before he could reply, she added, “I forgot to ask… what exactly is in that medicine? I might need to—Ahh!”
He didn’t let her finish. In one fluid, powerful motion, he turned and waded the few steps to the edge of the cove. Lifting her, he placed her seated on the broad, smooth shelf of sun-warmed stone that lined the water’s edge. The rock was solid and warm beneath her.
He stood between her parted knees, the water lapping at his waist, his shadow falling over her. All pretense of playfulness was gone, burned away by a heat so intense it stole the air from her lungs.
“The only thing you need right now,” Roman said, voice deep and smoldering, his dark eyes scanning her with unrestrained intensity as his hands settled on her bare hips, “is me.”
His hands gripped her hips with a possessiveness that sent a shiver racing up her spine, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles over her skin.
Evelyn's breath caught, her body arching instinctively toward him as the warmth of the stone seeped into her back, contrasting the cool water dripping from his chest onto her thighs.
Roman's gaze held hers, dark and unyielding, as if daring her to look away. "Trying to tease me huh?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her.
One hand slid upward, fingers hooking under the thin rope that barely covered her breast. With a slow, torturous tug, he pulled it aside, exposing her to the open air. Her nipple hardened instantly under his stare, and she bit back a whimper.
"Roman..." Her voice was a plea, laced with the heat pooling between her legs.
He leaned in, his breath hot against her collarbone as his lips brushed her skin, trailing downward in feather-light kisses that made her squirm. "Shh," he whispered, his mouth hovering over her breast.
"You said I'm good at everything, right? Now let me show you what I'm really good at.”
His tongue flicked out, circling her nipple before drawing it into his mouth with a firm suck.
Evelyn gasped. Sucking in a cool breath of air. Her fingers tangled in his wet hair, wanting more.
He lavished attention there, alternating between gentle licks and harder pulls, his free hand kneading her other breast, rolling the peak between his fingers until she was writhing beneath him.
But he wasn't done. Not even close.
Releasing her with a final, lingering kiss, Roman's hands moved lower, tracing the ropes that crisscrossed her abdomen. He tugged at them experimentally, watching her face as the fabric shifted, sending jolts of friction against her sensitive skin.
"This thing," he growled, "has been driving me insane." With a swift yank, he untied the knot at her hip, the ropes unraveling.
The bikini bottom fell away completely, leaving her bare and exposed to him.
Evelyn's cheeks burned. She had meant to be the one in control today, but he somehow took over before she even started.
She was a bit embarrassed, but it only fueled the ache building inside her. She pressed her thighs together instinctively, but Roman's strong hands parted them wider, his eyes fixed on her core with a hunger that made her pulse throb.
"Beautiful," he breathed roughly with restraint. He positioned himself between her legs and sank to his knees in the shallow water, the waves crashing against his shoulders.
He teased her restraint as his fingers moved up and down the inside of her thighs. His mouth was inches above her as he leaned closer, making her breath catch.
"Please," she whispered, her hips lifting toward him, all the shame she felt before, gone.
He didn't make her wait. His tongue delved in, flat and broad, licking a slow stripe up her center that had her crying out.
“Huuh!” She moaned, her hands fisting the edge of the rock.
Roman groaned against her, the vibration sending shockwaves through her body as he devoured her with relentless focus. He circled her clit with precise flicks, then sucked it gently between his lips, his fingers joining the assault—one slipping inside her, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind her eyelids.
"Oh God, Roman—" Her words dissolved into moans, her body trembling as he worked her higher, his pace alternating between teasingly slow and urgently fast.
He added a second finger, stretching her, thrusting in rhythm with his tongue, his free hand gripping her thigh to hold her steady as she bucked against him.
Her breaths came in rough gasps, and the pressure inside her belly grew, coiling tight.
He sensed it, redoubling his efforts, his mouth going fast until she shattered—her release crashing over her in waves, her cries echoing off the cliffs as she clenched around his fingers, her body quaking with the intensity of it.
Roman didn't stop until she was spent, her limbs limp and boneless. He rose slowly, water cascading down his chest, his arousal straining against his soaked shorts as he pulled her into his arms again, his lips claiming hers in a deep, possessive kiss that tasted of her.
"When it comes to pleasure, I'm in charge," he murmured against her mouth. "And we're just getting started.”
Evelyn whimpered, mumbling incongruent words.
Authors Note:
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