Chapter 74 Let Them Hate While They Fear
Elena
He says something else, but I barely hear him as I begin to thrust faster, imagining it to be his finger. My orgasm is building, and I'm chasing it. Looking for relief. I'm about to add another finger, but Roman is there in an instant. I gasp as his hand tightens around my wrist.
“I never said you could do it, wolf cub. Don’t be a bad girl.”
I growl, annoyed that my impending orgasm is weakening.
“Then go ahead and do it yourself,” I snap.
That’s all he needs to hear. He licks my finger before pulling me to the edge of the bed and kneeling between my legs. My skin flushes, and my pulse quickens at the first touch of his tongue on my clit.
All I can do is whimper as he thrusts it into me. Then Roman adds his fingers, pressing them against my inner walls. I gasp, my thighs wrapping around his head.
His thumb rubs my clit, and the friction, plus the pressure and feel of his mouth on me, is enough to push me into the land of complete and utter bliss.
My mouth drops open as I stifle a scream. My back falls back onto the bed, and for a few seconds, all I see are stars. When my eyes open, they lock with his, and I am suddenly overcome with urgency. All I know is the raw hunger and need as I reach for the hem of Roman’s shirt.
Luckily, he seems to feel the same way, because in the same breath, he unhooks my bra. We quickly shed all our clothes. I catch a glimpse of his beautifully tattooed chest before he kisses me. Our tongues meet in a dance I’m quickly becoming familiar with.
“Fuck, Roman, I need you,” I cry.
“A little problem,” Roman says between kisses. “I don’t have a condom with me.”
“Birth control,” I say quietly.
I took the pill a few weeks after Cassie was born, not wanting to take any more chances.
Roman's eyes are intense. "Are you sure?"
"If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't ask," I said.
He bites my bottom lip for that comment. Then he rewards me when the head of his cock teases me at my entrance. He looks up at me, something vulnerable in the depths of his eyes.
"This time it's not a mistake," he says, his tone brooking no argument.
"It's not a mistake," I promise.
All his self-control disappears as he pushes inside. I gasp as he stretches me.
“How are we doing right now?” Roman mumbles.
“More,” I gasp.
I feel his smile on my neck as he pushes me. One hard thrust.
“Oh my goodness.” He’s long. So fucking long I can feel him everywhere.
“How does it feel?” he asks.
“Perfect,” I whisper.
“No, you’re perfect,” he counters, kissing me once before he slams into me.
Again and again. Roman sets a brutal, steady pace, his mouth sliding down my neck and his hand coming up to cup my breast. The room is filled with the sounds of bodies slapping together, my loud moans, and Roman’s quiet sighs. Each thrust takes my breath away.
“Oh, God,” I say, out of breath.
“Say my name, Elena,” he says, his voice a sharp, pointed thrust.
“Roman,” I moan.
I grab his shoulder and lean back harder, meeting the roll of his hips and driving him deeper and harder. I begin to writhe against him, my hands clenching as I begin to come.
I scream his name as my orgasm takes on a life of its own. Earthshaking is the word for it. I’m glad no one is in the house with us, because the scream I let out is powerful. The sight of Roman above me, his dark gaze focused intently on me, was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
He takes my mouth as he comes, shuddering inside me. Roman practically falls onto the bed next to me, both of us breathing heavily. He rolls over, meeting my eyes.
“You’re fucking amazing, disaster.”
I feel myself smiling, though my eyelids are growing heavy. Roman’s face keeps appearing and disappearing from my vision. I haven’t been sleeping well for the past few days, falling asleep within seconds due to fatigue.
The last thing I remember is Roman wrapping his arms around me and kissing my forehead.
When I wake up the next morning, his arms are still wrapped around me. I grin like an idiot at his sleeping face. He's so beautiful in his sleep. I've never felt safer than I do in his arms, and I never want to leave, but my heavy bladder is calling for release.
I try to slip away, but instead he squeezes me tighter.
"Roman," I whisper, trying to wake him.
His eyelids twitch, but he doesn't open them. I tap his cheek.
"Could you please get your big hands off me? I need to pee."
When his lips twitch, I squint. "Roman!"
He groans, shifts slightly, and finally opens his eyes. His lips stretch into a small smile as he looks at me. “Hello.”
“Good morning. Let me out,” I say urgently.
He rolls his eyes before finally opening his arms, and I slide out from behind him, getting to my feet and stumbling across the room to the bathroom. When I look back at him, a satisfied smile appears on his face as he looks at my naked body. I glance at him for a moment before heading into the bathroom.
When I return, Roman is sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard. I smile as I jump back into the bed and land on his lap. He lets out a soft groan and pulls me closer.
“Did you sleep well?” he asks, running his hand through my hair.
“Better than I’ve had in a long time.”
“Oh, yeah? Me too,” he whispers before pressing his lips to mine.
I’m not sure how long we kiss, but when we break apart, we’re both out of breath. I run my hand down his chest, stopping at a particular tattoo that catches my eye. I trace the words written there.
“It’s Latin, yes?”
He nods.
“Oderimt dum metuant,” I read, apparently mispronouncing. “What does that mean?”
“Let them hate while they fear,” he translates, leaning closer to bite my ear.
I giggle, pushing him back.
“Those are very good words to live by, Don,” I say sarcastically. “But I don’t hate you. And I’m not afraid of you.”
“I never wanted you to do any of that, baby. And you never will.”
I nod in agreement, and he kisses me again.
“I should probably go make us some breakfast,” I say, reluctantly pulling away. “I need someone to practice on.”
He raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean practice? I thought you could cook.”
“I can. Or at least I will soon.”
He suddenly looks very concerned, making me laugh.
“Don’t worry, I have that,” I assure him.