She panted, tried to find her bearings. His lips pressed kisses down each of her thighs, especially where he'd held her open with his hands.
"Rome. I need you now, please," she whispered, her eyes fluttering open to stare at the predator between her legs. His eyes were feral, glowing with the lykaen that preened at the surface. To know that her pleasure had pushed him so far sent a thrill shivering through her.
"Not yet," he said and dipped back down to her creamy sex. One heavy arm fell across her hips. She tried to move against it but learned quickly that it was impossible, his strength incredible. Long, flat licks stroked over her pussy stoking the fire still burning within her. Soon she was moaning, her head tossing side to side. He licked her again and again, never applying pressure, never focusing on the part she needed the most.
"God dammit, do something now!" she cried to the ceiling. Only then did he. A long finger pushed inside her with striking easiness as his mouth latched on to her throbbing clit. "There, there, yes!"
His finger didn't fill her nearly like she craved. He seemed to know this and used it to tease her empty channel while his tongue swirled and flicked over her bud.
He tore his head away from her, his eyes wild and said, "Christ woman. Your pussy needs my cock so bad. I can feel you sucking on my finger, aching to be filled."
"Yes, yes!" Her cries went unanswered though as his head fell back to her, and if she thought his tongue was moving fast before, she was wrong. He wiggled his velvety tongue across her clit with remarkable speed, building her up so quickly; she came in a few flicks, his finger still thrusting inside her. She cried out as waves of pleasure shot from her womb to her toes curling the small digits.
He leaned back from her sex, a sheen of sweat covering his brow. "God, how you grip me.” He looked pained as he pulled his finger from her.
Her body was liquid pleasure. Her limbs lose, her core painfully empty and in need. He stood up before her like a towering devil, his cock a heavy, straight mass standing out from his hips. She moaned at the sight of the precum dripping from his cock and licked her lips wishing she could taste him.
"I'm going to feel you come apart again, with my cock buried deep inside your sweet pussy." His voice was feral, so deep the words were no longer human. The hair on her arms stood on end a second before he slid in on one hard thrust.
He moved in her then with all the passion and ferocity of the lykaen inside him. Her butt scooted up on the table with his hammering thrusts. She didn't care. Her pussy wept with hot cream, tightened over him again and again, craving the seed he'd spill into her.
When the table started to move with his hard thrusts, he growled and pulled out of her. She moaned at the loss, but was quickly turned and bent over the table. Hard gripping hands grabbed her hips and then he slammed back in with a dark curse.
He pounded into her tight heat like a wild rutting animal. Only after she came two more times did he let himself go. Her pussy still milking him from her fading orgasm, he gripped her ass cheeks in both hands and couldn't hold it anymore.
He pushed in one last time and actually shouted as his cock spewed his seed deep inside her. He was pushing, little shoves of his softening cock into her as if to make the tremendous sensations last. But they didn't and as he pulled out of her, his cock semi-hard, he saw her ass cheeks pink from his grip and grew to complete hardness again.
He turned her over, kissed her, and tasted her wet silken heat. She moaned into his mouth and positioned his hips, found her creamy sheathe and thrust back in again.
Her eyes widened with surprise, but then her hips rocked up into his, her clit pressing against his groin. He took her again in long, slow strokes that built both of them to a beautiful, intense high. She gripped his back; her breasts mashed against the crisp hairs of his chest and cried out, shuddering with her orgasm.
Rome kissed her, pushed into her as far as he could go, and jetted his sweet release into her.
Chapter 13
"What are you going to do while I'm gone, beautiful?"
"Oh, rummage through your things and discover any secrets you may be hiding."
"Oh yeah?" A taunting gleam entering his eyes. His fingers trailed up her sides then tickled ruthless movements
"Stop! Stop! Oh God, stop, I won't. I promise, Roman," she panted, tears springing to her eyes. When he finally stopped his tortuous fingers, she smiled up at him from in his lap.
"I like it when you beg me." A curl of heat licked in her belly.
"I know." They'd made love all night long, and then again, when they awoke late in the morning. Only after she'd begged him to finish her, to end her pent up passion did he allow it. Her insides still felt like liquid honey.
"So really, what are your plans while I'm at work?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up for a quick kiss. "I'm going to take a bath to relax my muscles," she said looking pointedly down her body.
His brows drew up tight. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" His big hand settled low over her abdomen in a very possessive gesture. Her heart stilled in her chest. It reminded her of the time her friend Gina’s husband had placed his hand over his wife’s pregnant belly. She pushed away the unwanted thought with a vicious kick.
"Not at all. A hot bath will do wonders for me though. How long do you think you'll be gone?" Her eyes suddenly found something interesting in his collar.
He smiled down at her, the look all man and way too knowing. "Six hours max. I've finished the program I was working on, now I have to get it to the team and do some troubleshooting, fix any bugs, run a few test runs."
She nibbled on her lip. Before she could change her mind she said, "I want to tell you the rest about Conlin."
Rome held her a little bit closer, his face turned serious. "Are you sure?" She nodded and he kissed her. It was sweet and long. By time he pulled away, her temperature was warmer and a liquid heat was pooling in her belly.
"Right well, I'm not really sure what else you want to know about it.”
“Tell me how you escaped.” His eyes glowed with the stirring of anger.
She looked away, her eyes misting with a haunted glow. "H-he had me on the ground, pinned me, and then he put his fingers in me and I started screaming. I'd never been so scared. I didn't even feel pain from where he'd hit me. I think he wanted to stop me from screaming. So he hit me again and it's like no matter how much inside I was panicking, I couldn't move. I couldn't make my body work, but I heard him tearing at his own clothes. I felt him...there, he almost, but then he was torn off me. I saw one of his butlers, Gerald."
Tears spilled down her face and she let them. "When I used to see Conlin sometimes he'd ignore me and go off and do his own thing. Gerald would always talk to me, he was a nice, older man. He pulled me up. He looked so scared, probably as scared as I was. He ran me through the house and drove me out of there. He dropped me off at my parent's house. I told him thank you before I left but the words were so useless, couldn't possibly show him my gratitude."
"What did your parents say when they saw you?" His grip tightened around her. It didn’t hurt either; it was like having a protective cocoon.
"Father was upset that I brought a raucous to the house so late at night. Mother called for the doctor to help with my wounds. You have to understand that my parents were always so...impersonal to me. Like I was their roommate and not their child. I was just thankful my mother helped me that night. They sent me off as soon as I was able and my father none too gently told me not to come by again."