Chapter 73 Don Loved Her At The Age Of 15
Roman
“Damn, Roman. You really like me,” she says softly.
“Maybe too much,” I mumble. “Come here.”
She does so without hesitation, sitting up and moving toward me on the bed. I grab her wrist, my finger sliding into her palm. She trembles when I touch her, and I smile.
I once thought I’d be forever condemned to a life spent wondering what it’s like to be truly alive. I didn’t think I’d find happiness anywhere. But I realized that Cassie and Elena could be my happiness. They could be everything to me if I just let myself feel.
I stroke her cheek with my thumb. She looks at me, green eyes shining against her skin. She's so damn beautiful. Sometimes it really hurts to look at her.
"Elena," her name falls from my lips like a prayer, a plea. Right before I wrap my arms around her neck and press my lips to hers.
As we kiss, I allow myself to think freely about a thought that's been swirling around in my head since I was fifteen. Even when I didn't realize it. Even when I denied it.
Mine.
Elena.
Roman's lips are pressed against mine as he pulls me closer. The kiss is hot, passionate, and makes me want him so much. My heart beats wildly in my chest as his arms tighten around me. Roman pulls me completely onto his lap, so I'm straddling him. He kisses me so deeply that I lose myself in him.
I've never felt anything like this with anyone in my life. Last year, it drove me crazy. After our moment in the car. I kept asking myself: why him? How could he have the ability to make me feel so much? I bite his bottom lip lightly and feel him smile at me. He pulls away, his hand still on my cheek.
“We should probably talk about this,” he mumbles.
“I guess,” I agree, despite my pounding heart.
“This might be a bad idea.” He said.
“Haven’t you heard, Rom?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling us even closer. “I thrive on bad ideas.”
He curses softly as I play with strands of his black hair. The intensity in his eyes takes my breath away.
“Remember how good I fucked you last time?” he asks quietly.
The look on his face is so open right now. More open than I’ve ever seen it.
“Maybe,” I tease. “I vaguely remember what it felt like to have you sliding inside me.”
Warm and impossibly hard. My legs tense with the memory. It doesn’t help that I can feel irrefutable evidence of what I’m sure is at the center of our minds beneath me right now.
His gaze warms every inch of me.
“I remember those husky sounds you made right before I made you come. I’ve imagined those delicious moans so many times.”
I lean forward, my lips touching the shell of his ear. “Do you want to hear them again?”
Roman is shaking. I can feel him getting even harder.
“Hell yeah,” he breathes out.
“You can do it,” I promise. “But first, I want to do something. For you. Come on.”
I climb off his lap and off the bed, lifting him to his feet as well. I look him in the eyes one more time before slowly lowering myself to my knees. Roman’s eyes widen.
“Elena,” he says hoarsely.
“Shhh,” I whisper, reaching for the buckle of his jeans.
I’m taking him apart quickly. A shudder runs through me as I pull his pants down and wrap my hands around his hard length. I wrap my hand around his cock and lick it from base to tip. He doesn't make a sound, watching me with darkened, clouded eyes.
Heat blooms in my belly, moving lower in a wave that makes me squeeze my legs together. I feel the tension in Roman reaching a crescendo, and I smile softly to myself, desperate to see him fall. I run my tongue along the tip of his cock before shoving it deep into my mouth. I can only take him halfway, but from the sounds he makes, it's clear he approves.
He holds my face and slowly slides deeper.
"Fuck, Elena," he moans loudly.
My eyes are watering and I can barely breathe, but I'm filled with warmth at the thought of driving him crazy.
"Baby, I'm going to...” He doesn’t have to finish his statement; I look up at him, wordlessly telling him it’s okay. His eyes soften as he looks down at me. Then they flutter shut, and he comes with a throaty groan.
I swallow every drop he can give, sucking him dry until there’s nothing left. Roman pulls me to my feet and kisses me deeply.
“Thank you,” he breathes.
I smirk.
“You can make it up to me.”
“I plan to,” he promises. “Take off your clothes.”
Like a puppet in the hands of my master, I do his bidding. My smile widens as I pull my shorts down. My shirt comes off next, until I stand before him in just my panties and bra. There’s so much naked, undisguised hunger in his expression that it takes my breath away.
He looks me over slowly, his eyes sliding all over my body before he looks back at me with a wolfish grin.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Elena,” he whispers. “Now get on the bed.”
Despite his commanding words, his tone is gentle. I obey immediately, lying sideways on the bed and propping my head up with my palm to look at him.
“What next, your highness?”
Roman leans back against the dresser, an appraising expression on his face, but he looks way too pleased with himself. He’s taken off his jeans and boxers and is standing there, looking way too sexy.
“Spread your legs, wolf. Touch yourself.”
My breath catches in my throat. I can’t believe he’s asking me to do this. And I can’t believe I’m going to do this. Very slowly, my hands move between my thighs, and I spread my legs as he asked.
“Keep going,” he suggests. “Run your finger up and down your clit.”
Fuck. His dirty words are much hotter than they should be. Roman's jaw tenses as I reach for my clit. I'm so wet I whimper, running my fingers over my folds. Evidence of my arousal sticks to my fingers. I stare at my hands with wide eyes and continue to rub my smooth folds.
"Look at me, Elena," Roman says sharply.
I moan, meeting his dark blue eyes.
"That's my girl," he says with a grin. My gaze drops briefly to his cock, which is already hard. "Now stick your finger inside."
I can't help the blush on my cheeks as I follow his instructions. I run my finger along the folds before gently pushing in. Roman's groan spurred me on as I pushed my finger all the way in.