Roman's POV
As she swayed slightly on her feet, I immediately noticed the change in her demeanor. The confident grace she'd carried moments ago was gone, replaced by a fragility that seemed to ripple through her.
It wasn't the alcohol, I was sure of that. She hadn't touched a single drop since stepping into this room.
Her hand trembled as it reached out, gripping the edge of the table for support. A faint sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead, catching the dim light. Her breaths were shallow, quickening with every passing second.
I leaned back in my seat, watching her carefully, a strange unease creeping into my chest.
What's wrong with her?
"You don't look well," I said evenly, keeping my voice calm despite the tension tightening in my gut.
Her eyes snapped up to meet mine, wide and filled with panic. For a fleeting moment, all her defenses crumbled, and I saw her vulnerability exposed—raw, unguarded.
Before I could focus on her condition, a sudden heat surged through my body. It started in my chest and shot downward like wildfire, pooling in a way that made my thoughts scatter.
My blood roared with an inexplicable excitement, and before I knew it, desire had taken control. My body betrayed me, every nerve alight with a primal need I couldn't suppress.
I tried to stand, to distance myself, but my legs gave out, and I collapsed back into the seat. Panic set in. This wasn't normal. This was dangerous.
I'd always been careful, always stayed one step ahead of anyone who might try to manipulate me. But now... had she drugged me?
Fuck.
My gaze locked on her as she swayed closer, still struggling to steady herself. My instincts screamed at me to push her away, to escape the situation. But before I could think it through, I reached out, my hand grabbing hers and pulling her toward me.
She stumbled, falling against me, her body pressing into mine. The contact was electric, a jolt of raw energy that left me breathless. Every inch of her against me amplified the heat coursing through my veins, and my pulse thundered in my ears.
What the hell is happening to me?
The movement shifted her dress higher, revealing more of her legs. Her smooth, rich brown thighs were now fully visible, and for a moment, I couldn't tear my eyes away.
What the hell am I thinking?
I tried to shake off the thoughts, but they only grew louder, more insistent. Every rational part of me screamed to stop this, to push her away. Yet, I was rooted to the spot, unable to fight the pull she had over me.
She reached for me, her fingers brushing against my face, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Has anyone ever told you you're handsome?" she asked, her voice soft and innocent, as if this wasn't the most dangerous moment of her life.
Yeah, every damn woman I've met. And they all want the same thing, just like you.
"No," I lied, my voice strained.
She let out a tiny, melodic giggle that only made things worse. Her hand traced down my jaw, then slid slowly to my Adam's apple. I swallowed hard, her touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
"I think you're lying," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Has anyone told you you're beautiful?" I asked, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.
"All the time. Just a few minutes ago," she replied with a small shrug, "but I didn't like it."
I wasn't blind. She wasn't just beautiful, she was mesmerizing, the kind of gorgeous that could cause wars and ruin empires.
My hand moved on its own, landing on her thigh. Her skin was warm, impossibly smooth, and the sensation was intoxicating. Slowly, almost involuntarily, my hand slid higher, exploring the softness beneath my fingertips.
The world around us faded away, leaving only the heat between us. Rationality crumbled, replaced by something far more primal and uncontrollable.
"Are you sure?" I asked, my voice low, tinged with an edge of possessiveness I hadn't intended.
"About what?" she replied breathlessly, her chest rising and falling as she met my gaze.
"You'll be mine from now on," I growled, the words escaping before I could second-guess them.
She hesitated for a heartbeat, then gave me the sweetest, most disarming smile I'd ever seen. A smile that felt like a promise. Slowly, she nodded.
"Use your words, little Moon," I commanded, the nickname slipping out naturally.
Little Moon? Where had that come from? I'd never given anyone a pet name before. This woman was making me do and say things I'd never imagined. She wasn't the first woman I'd been with, but, God help me, I didn't mind the thought of her being the last.
What the fuck am I thinking?
"I'll be yours from now on," she whispered, her voice soft yet laced with a sensuality that sent a jolt through my entire body.
Her words undid me, every syllable fanning the flames of my desire. The way she looked at me, so trusting and vulnerable, made me want to tear her clothes away and claim her completely, over and over again, until nothing else existed but us.
I moved instinctively, shifting her beneath me as her soft gasps filled the room. Her little dress gave way under my hands, tearing easily to reveal her flawless skin and the delicate lingerie that only made her look more enticing.
Fuck, this woman is irresistible.
Heat surged through me as I shed my clothes, not caring that we were in a private room where anyone could walk in at any moment. None of it mattered, not the world outside, not the consequences. Only she did.
Her bra came undone, and I paused to take her in. Her beauty was almost unreal, her body so perfect it made my chest tighten. Leaning down, I let my lips find her skin, kissing and savoring every inch of her. My tongue traced soft patterns over her, drawing out the sweetest sounds from her lips.
I worked my way down, my hands caressing her waist as I removed the last barrier between us. She shivered under my touch, her vulnerability and trust undoing me in ways I couldn't explain.
Gently, I parted her thighs, leaning in to explore her. Her body responded to me with an intensity that left me breathless. Her soft cries only fueled the fire within me, and when she finally came apart, I couldn't help but grin against her skin, savoring the moment.
By now, my own need was unbearable. My body screamed for hers, every part of me aching to make her mine in every way possible.
A loud gasp escaped her lips as I thrust into her, and the sound sent a jolt straight through me. But then I froze.
Fuck—she's a virgin.
The realization hit me like a punch to the chest. How could someone like her, a woman so breathtaking, so magnetic, still be untouched, especially in a place like this? It didn't make sense, but it also made her all the more extraordinary.
I fought against the haze of desire, forcing myself to slow down. I moved gently, letting her adjust, watching her every reaction. Her body tensed at first, but then I saw it, the way her breathing steadied, the way her fingers tightened their grip on my shoulders.
"Are you okay?" I murmured, my voice low, almost unrecognizable to my own ears.
She gave a small nod, her lips trembling but her gaze steady. That was all the reassurance I needed.
I set a slow, deliberate rhythm, each movement designed to bring us closer, to make her feel everything I wanted to give her. Her soft moans filled the room, and soon, the initial tension melted away, replaced by something far deeper.
When her body finally relaxed completely, I let go of the restraint I'd been holding onto. The pace quickened, and together, we chased the mounting pleasure that threatened to consume us both.
When the release came, it was unlike anything I'd ever felt. My entire body trembled, and for the first time in my life, it felt like more than just pleasure. It felt like connection, raw and overwhelming.
Breathing heavily, I looked down at her, her flushed skin and half-lidded eyes leaving me utterly wrecked.
What is this woman doing to me?