“Alex, you were just—”
She stopped him from saying the a-word by slamming her lips on his. She didn’t need him to tell her she was attacked. She was there and had the small little cuts to prove it. Not to mention the aches.
“Please,” she said.
Roman stared at her, and she held her palm still wrapped around his length.
“Not in the shower,” he said seconds later.
“Not in the shower.” She agreed with him.
He turned off the shower and took her hand.
Alex followed his lead, a little surprised as he grabbed a towel and took her into his arms, drying her body.
“If at any time you want me to stop, you say so. Got it?”
“Yes.” She wasn’t going to tell him to stop. She wanted this. Wanted him.
Roman held her hand, leading her into the bedroom. The dress was nowhere to be seen, and Alex was grateful. Then, as Roman’s arms wrapped around her, she didn’t care. Everything else left her mind, and all that she focused on was his touch, his kisses, and his body.
He felt amazing.
Roman’s hands started at her waist and slowly trailed up into her hair. He held her against him, kissing her lips. All too soon, his lips moved to her neck as his hands roamed. Both went to her ass, squeezing the globes tightly within his grip.
“I think you have a thing for my ass,” she said, moaning.
“Believe me, I do. I can’t get enough of this curvy ass.” He gave the cheeks another squeeze, and then he pushed her down onto the bed, following her. “Let me make this good for you. I want you nice and wet before I take you.”
“I’m all yours, Roman.”
“Good. Remember that,” he said.
She didn’t ask him what he meant, but he trailed his lips down her body. He paid close attention to each of her nipples, sucking them into his mouth and using his teeth, not to cause pain but just to give a hint at what he could do.
Alex gasped as each nip and stroke went between her thighs and seemed to make her pussy pulse with a fresh wave of release. She wanted him. So badly.
Roman kissed down her body, and he grabbed her knees, spreading her legs wide. As his tongue danced across her core, she cried out his name, lifting up. The sensations were so strong, and they rushed through her body. Roman’s fingers teased the flesh of her pussy open, keeping her wide, and he slid his tongue back and forth across her clit.
She was so close. It was almost embarrassing as she couldn’t control her body, and she came, hard, screaming his name and not wanting the pleasure to stop, but it was also too much for her to handle.
She didn’t think she could survive, and then Roman moved up between her spread thighs. She stared up at him, the aftershocks of her orgasm still rippling through her body.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
She had no doubt this was what she wanted.
Roman reached between his legs, and she felt the tip of him as he slid against her, bumping her clit and making her cry out before he slid down, poised at her entrance.
This was it.
In one hard slam, Roman tore through her virginity, taking it for himself. The pain was instant, and his invasion took her by surprise.
She clenched her hands into fists, which also caused her pain. From holding the piece of glass tightly in her first, she had caused herself an injury as the glass had embedded into her hand. She had a bandage on her palm.
Roman’s arms wrapped around her, and he held himself perfectly still within her, but his gaze was on hers the whole time.