“Good girl,” he growls.
He withdraws his fingers and sits back on his heels. I lick my dry, cracked lips as I watch him reach for the lube, coating his cock generously. Panic flickers again at the thought of it fitting inside me.
Roman sees it immediately as he lines himself up.
“Breathe, Fae. I’ve got you. I won’t hurt you.”
Nodding, I take a steadying breath as he slowly enters me. The pressure burns at first. It’s unfamiliar and I instinctively push against it.
“I’ve got you… let me in,” Roman murmurs.
I force myself to breathe through it, to trust him, to trust myself. The stretch is so intense, it is almost too much, until something shifts inside me and the sharpness dulls into a heavy, consuming fullness. I feel his whole cock slide in and the sensation makes him pause.
“That’s it… you’re doing so well,” he groans. “You’ve taken all of me now, little one. Fuck… shit.”
“Roman,” I whimper, “please move.”
“Fuck,” he barks, pulling back before thrusting into me again.
It feels deeper than anything else, not just in my body but in my chest, in the way vulnerability blooms hot beneath my skin. It’s surrender in its rawest form and when I finally relax into it, when my muscles stop fighting and start yielding, the sensation turns molten. I get lost in the stretch of him as tingles radiate from my bum to my clit, leaving me barely able to form a sentence as I drift somewhere weightless.
Above me, I hear Roman muttering under his breath as he thrusts slow and deep, in and out, again and again.
“God, you feel perfect.”
“Let go for me.”
“I love you so fucking much it hurts.”
He said he loved me.
The words explodes in my chest as I let the feeling overtake me. Roman starts to fuck me without restraint as I give it back the only way I know how, through skin and heat. My body arches like it’s trying to fuse us together. It’s messy, rushed, frantic, but there’s nothing uncertain about it.
My heart is racing so hard it almost hurts, yet beneath the urgency there’s something deeper. Relief.
He falls forward and I kiss him like I’m sealing a vow into his bones, like if I press close enough he’ll feel what I can’t put into words.I love you too.I want to scream it.I love you so much it burns.
I feel his cock swell inside me, growing impossibly harder as the stretch borders on pain. The low timbre of his moan sends shivers up my spine as his face slackens with pleasure, his eyes rolling back.
It’s enough to push me over the edge again. My vision goes white and my body goes limp. Breathing hard, Roman collapses over me, his sweaty chest pressed against my breasts as we lie there, catching our breath. The last thing I hear before sleep takes me is another promise falling from his lips.
“No one will ever take this from us, Tink. No one.”
CHAPTER 35
FAE
Felix is fidgeting with his coat again. The repetitive tug at his sleeve, is the only tell he’s ever had. We’ve been sitting in Father’s office for thirty minutes. Thirty deliberate, calculated minutes.
It’s a power play. It always is.
He likes us simmering, likes the reminder that his time is currency and ours is disposable. He’s done it so often the tactic barely touches me anymore. Felix, though, still feels it. I can see it in the tightness around his mouth.
When the message came through summoning me here, I’d just stepped out of the shower with Roman, my skin was still warm, my pulse was slow and my endorphins hummed nicely through me. Now the warmth feels like a lie, like it belonged to another life entirely.
The door opens without warning.
Father doesn’t rush. He enters like the room has been holding its breath just for him. His tailored suit is immaculate, his expression carved from something colder than stone. His presence shifts the air and makes it thinner.