I am done pussy footing around whatever this is between us.
I grab her neck tighter as I pull her into me. When our mouths meet, it is not tentative, but it is like a spark finally being fed fuel. Her lips are soft, warmer than I expected but everything I dreamed of and more. Fae’s sinful mouth parts for me like she has been waiting all this time and I deepen the kiss as another unfamiliar feeling ignites in my chest.
“Jesus fucking Christ Tinkerbell,” I growl into her mouth.
Fae moans, as my free hand moves to her waist and up the curve of her back, memorising her devilish body through the scraps of fabric. She fits against me perfectly; every brush ofher body sends fireworks through mine. Pulling back, I break the kiss, watching with fascination as her eyes get heavy with arousal and need.
Her breathing has become laboured and I make a promise to myself to hear that everyday as I tilt her head and move my free hand to the front of her throat and slightly squeeze. Fae wets her lips as she moves her delicate palm to hold my wrist.
“That was stupid Tink, reckless and dangerous and fucking, so so stupid.”
I wonder what she is seeing when she looks at me right now, I feel slightly unhinged. It doesn’t stop me from adding more pressure to her throat though.
“Roman” she cries out with a full body shudder.
“No.” I growl “never again Fae, never again are you to put your life in danger or your lips on another man do you understand me?”
Her eyes become droopy as the oxygen to her brain slowly disappears and I watch with sick fascination at how relaxed she is in my palms, like she somehow knows she can trust her life with me.
Releasing the pressure, I keep my hand cuffed around her throat and she takes in a sharp aggressive breath. Those defiant eyes that I have watched for years come back as she tries to step out of my hold.
“You’re not the fucking boss of me Roman.” She snaps.
“Wrong answer, little one.” I taunt with a small smile on my face.
Releasing her throat, I spin her around hard enough that her back falls into my chest. Her hands instinctively go to the porcelain sink pushing her juicy apple bottom further into my cock and she gasps with a wide eye look as she feels how hard I am for her.
I smirk at her reflection in the mirror. The glass reflects everything I am thinking and nothing I am willing to say out loud – my eyes have glazed over like hers, like a monster, trying to break free from my very soul and her breathing becomes erratic as she takes in the scene in front of her.
Ripping my belt off, I pull her hands from the sink and behind her back. Wrapping it tightly, I secure the belt until there is a pinch of pain and she hisses in a breath. With her arms immobile and her body sandwiched between me and the sink she has nowhere to go.
My fingers slide up her arms in an unhurried motion, which is a direct contrast to how I feel on the inside. I want to rip her dress of and live inside her as I bite my lip and thrust my trousered covered cock into the globes of her arse.
My cock is already leaking, desperate to get inside her but I can’t think about the embarrassment as I push her hair from her shoulder, my favourite thing to do, and lean down over her using my height to my advantage.
“You aren’t going anywhere.” I tell her quietly, my lips brushing against her ear “not until I am done with you.”
Fae moans, pressing her body against mine as I tightened my grip on her hips, grinding on her as she squirms restlessly.
“Easy…” I murmur. “I have you.”
My lips brush her shoulder, then her neck, before I lose myself to the sensation of her skin and the goose-pimples that explode under my tongue. Her eyelids flutter close and I try and take a deep breath to centre myself.
“Open your eyes.” I growl and like the good girl I knew she would be, she obeys.
“Look how good you are like this Tink, open, waiting and all mine.”
I pull up her dress so that her arse is exposed. And her skin breaks out in even more goose-pimples with every touch Iprovide. She is wearing a sinful thong, deep blue to match her dress and my mouth salivates at the thought of taking a bite.
My hand comes down in a sharp slap, the sound cracking through the tiled room. She gasps, arching instinctively and I catch her reflection as it happens, the flush, the fire in her eyes, the way she doesn’t look away. Something feral snarls in my chest at that.
“That’s it, beautiful.” I say low and reverend “take it, you wear it beautifully.”
“Fuck Ro,” she moans breathing in deep.
I slap her arse again, this time watching in fascination at the recoil of her delicious plump cheeks.
Jesus fucking Christ.