Chapter 68 Chapter 68 The Prince
After wandering around the Soho arts district and exploring the historic center we grabbed some light lunch. Roman stopped staring at his phone, it stayed in his pocket. At some point he grabbed a hold of my hand and I just let him hold it. Our last stop, the Picasso Museum.
My heels click over the white marbled floor as I drag Roman to look at each and every piece of art. His big hand holding to my little hand, listening to every word my mouth can come up with. His mood lifted and he finally starts to resemble the boy I know, the boy he was.
Roman puts his arms around me as we examine a sculpture. His face nuzzled in the crook of neck, he peppers kisses on my cheek.
"Why are you spending the whole day with me Roman?"
He laughs softly. "Because I've missed summers with you and because I want you to spend the night with me!"
I can't help but blush, I don't turn to look at him. "Your Highness!" I pretend to be shocked.
"I would like to redeem myself!"
I couldn't help the laughter, there was no holding it back. I turn around and look up at him. Other people in the museum are staring at us. When I think back on my time with Roman... I am fond of those memories, he is sweet and kind. I hope he is not trying to ruin that for me, who is he now, what is he into, the questions continue to pass through my mind. Roman moves his hands inside my coat, resting them on my hips. He blinks those long lashes at me.
"What's wrong Elle?" he pauses, assessing me. "Do you not want to?"
"It's not that!"
"I would never hurt you!"
Damn it, he is getting serious and I don't need serious. I want to be carefree and wild.
"I might hurt you!" I smirk trying to cover up my hang ups.
Roman rolls his dark green eyes at me.
Back in the car, no one questions why Roman tells the driver to head for Hotel Miramar. It feels like a stupid idea, we are going to end up as gossip. Roman is staying at my aunt's house, I don't want our families to see pictures of us entering a hotel together. I don't want to deal with all that. It's a two minute drive from the museum. The driver stops the car. I take Roman's phone and put my new number in it.
"Text me the room number. We are going around the block once and I will go through the other entrance."
He laughs. "Do you not want to be seen with me?"
"You know better than that. Do you want to explain to your mom or grandma what we were doing entering a hotel this late?"
He doesn't answer me as he gets out of the car and heads inside. Christian follows him, the other two cars park and we continue to move. We go around the block twice, Roman text me the room number and the driver drops me off at the other entrance.
When I reach the door, Christian and another guard are standing at the door. He shakes his head at me and slides the card in to open the door for me.
The room is insane, it overlooks the Mediterranean sea, there is a circle bed in the middle with a chandelier over it. The patio doors are ajar, deep brown curtains move with the light breeze. The shower is running. I take my clothes off and set them on one of the plush leather chairs in the corner of the room. The cold floor nips at my bare feet, I make my way to the bathroom quickly.
The shower is open, there is no glass covering it and Roman is under the water his back to me. I stand there just watching him, he is the most perfect male specimen. Someone's specific job should be to worship his body. My eyes devour every curve as I try to take a breath and gather courage to move closer. Roman turns slowly my eyes drift down, my mouth is full of sand at the sight of him. I can't peel my gaze away, perfect, he is perfect. His hands run through his hair as he steps down taking my hand and dragging me under the water with him.
Our lips crash, my feet leave the ground. He presses me against the cold shower wall. My legs wrap around him and he slides in. My eyes close as we groan together, Roman doesn't move until I stretch around him. He holds me up one handed, his other hand cups my face as we continue to ravage each other. Slowly he thrusts in and out of me, setting my body on fire. I have no walls up when it comes to Roman, he is the only one I have never put walls up to. I relish every moan and grunt he manages to give me.
My arms rest over his shoulders as he bounces me. The pressure builds slow, overtaking every thought, every other need or want. I pulled back slightly, just enough to look at him. Really look. The intensity in his expression, the focus—it made my chest tighten. He continued to thrust, faster, harder. My head goes up and my back arches, I let go, releasing the build up. My sight goes dark, my eyes are open but I can't see anything.
The pressure built steadily, coiling tighter until it snapped.
"Roman—" His name broke from me without control.
Shutting the water off, he walks us out of the shower, drenching wet. We drop in the bed, he doesn't stop moving inside me. Another orgasm comes rolling over me, Roman pulls out and flips me over he slams in again and again, faster and harder. He pulls out and stops.
"I want to see your face," he said, breath uneven.
Roman sits, pulling me into his lap. He guides himself back in and we continue to move in sync. The next orgasm rolls over me, pebbling my skin sending sparks down my spine. He lets go, I feel his warmth fill me. His hands move slowly from my tits to hold my face, his lips on mine. I suck up the grunt he lets out as he jerks inside me.
"You are so beautiful!" he whispers resting his forehead on mine.
"It's just beautiful wrapping but you know that!" I look into his eyes.
A small smile touched his lips. "As am I, Princess."
And in that quiet moment, wrapped in sheets and salt air and something dangerously close to memory, I realized what we were.
Two beautifully wrapped, completely damaged souls.