I opened my mouth to protest, but he moved like a panther starved for his next meal. His tongue flew over my clit, and then he sucked on me until my nails dug into his shoulders, until I screamed that I couldn’t take anymore. Then he dove into my core and lapped every charged inch of me.
Over and over again.
I clawed at him, ripped my fingers through his hair and rode his face like I would never have him again.
It was honestly what I thought.
My whole body convulsed around him as I saw everything we were made of exploding beneath my eyes.
I clutched him to me and he stayed between my legs for long moments after, massaging my ass with his fingers and letting me relax before he slid up my body. He gripped right under my jaw and turned my face up to his. “Is my girl satisfied?”
I bit my lip and glanced down to his length between my legs. With his suit pants still zipped, I saw the strain there, wanted to undo it, and realized that if I didn’t get my sex drive under control, we would never be over.
I nodded and closed my eyes as I clenched my fists. “Satisfied.”
He quirked a brow. “Really?”
It only took that word, just one extra push and my hands flew to unbutton his fly. “We stop after this, got it?”
He was laughing, no remorse or confirmation coming from his lips. Rome was a different type of monster to me: one of my own indulgence. He brought out my greediness and my emotion. I wanted all of him and I didn’t ignore my wants and feelings with him. He didn’t let me.
We were playing a dangerous game because of it.
I wrapped my legs tight around his ass, my knife still on my garter digging into both of us, and slammed my core right on top of his cock. He entered me fast, meeting my momentum with his.
He gripped my straight hair and yanked it back so my neck was exposed to him. Then he bit down hard, taking another piece of me for himself. I let him ravage my neck as I sucked on his earlobe and rode him for all I was worth.
We hurled our aggression at one another in those moments. There was clawing, yanking, shoving, grinding. All of it. He was my enemy, my lover, and my best friend. I needed him to feel it all.
I’d never screamed out as loud or felt such a tsunami of emotion as I did then when I climaxed. Rome wasn’t far behind. His neck tightened and he growled into my neck, a string of curses coming from him before I felt his cock pump his release into me.
“Why does this get better every time?” he asked as his breath returned.
I laughed at his bafflement. “You’d think as we neared complete chaos, it’d be worse.”
“I think we thrive in the dark and forbidden, Katalina. It seems we were both born into it.”
I dragged my nails down his back before I gently pushed him away and he pulled out of me.
Empty. Lost.
The feelings flew into me the moment he left my body.
What makes a happily ever after and a fulfilled life? Was it finding your soulmate? Was there such a thing?
He grabbed a Kleenex from a console between the limo seats. I watched him clean up, took in his relaxed posture, how his neck finally fell smoothly down to his shoulders without bunched muscles. His jaw wasn’t flexed but still as square as ever and there wasn’t a line between his eyes creating a frown. The tattoos peeking out from under his collared shirt didn’t seem alive with tension anymore either. They just snaked around his tanned skin, adding to the beautiful masterpiece the man already was.
He tucked himself back into his pants and sat back into the seat to the side of mine, putting distance between us.
When he glanced down at me, I realized I was still open to him. I jerked upright and closed my legs, then put my hand out. “Kleenex, please?”
“You wiping me from you so soon?” He smirked as he grabbed a Kleenex and held it just out of reach. “Maybe we should let me linger on you to warn away anyone else.”
“You just did the same thing, Rome! What about warning away women from you?” God, he was a freaking caveman sometimes.
“If you want, I can tattoo your name across my neck, so they know I’m yours.” He handed me the Kleenex.
I chuckled at the joke and then shook my head at my crazy desire to immediately tell him to go get it done. “We have to get it together. This isn’t smart or something I want to indulge. You shouldn’t either.”