She felt him everywhere, in her center, in her legs, her arms, her mind. All sound ceased but for his words, his moans and groans. There was no scent but the musky male that was dominating her. No thoughts but that this was where she was meant to be, in his arms, giving him this part of herself.
It was just as Rome thought it would be, this all-consuming need for her. When her arms twined around his neck, pulling him closer, he felt her touch all over. Her tongue stroked over the heated skin of his shoulder and he trembled. Being inside her was bliss, a kind of sated pleasure he’d never imagined existed. They moved as one, her sugared walls clenching around his thick shaft. When she arched he thrust, when she sighed he moaned.
On and on the cycle went until her teeth suddenly replaced the smooth warm touch of her tongue and she clamped down on his shoulder. Something feral unfurled in him and he roared, his own sharp teeth surfacing, and he nipped her shoulder.
She locked her legs around his waist, using a strength he wasn’t aware she had to flip them over so that he was now on his back. Above him she rose, like a sleek animal about to devour its prey. Her hazel eyes flashed gold, her tongue stroking her bottom lip just before her head fell back and she began to ride.
He lifted his hands to grip her hips, to guide her motions, but they were quickly smacked away. Rome lay back, let her have control, and watched in awe at the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
Kalina’s body was golden, all sinewy lines and luscious curves. Her breasts were high, full, and he moaned when she lifted her hands to cup the gorgeous globes. As her hips undulated, her pussy clamping down with fervor over his dick, her fingers toyed with turgid nipples. It was Rome’s turn to grip the sheets and mutter undecipherable words as she took him to higher heights.
“Take all you want, baby. Take it all,” he groaned and lifted his hips to meet her thrusts.
Her movements picked up, becoming more frantic as her release soared through her. Beauty didn’t quite seem to describe what he was seeing. She screamed his name, made some sound deep in her throat and moved over him in quick strokes that ended with a ragged cry torn from the deepest depths of her. When she arched and began to fall forward Rome caught her, wrapping his arms around her as she fought to collect her breath.
“My sexy little temptress,” he whispered in her ear, his hands rubbing down her sweat-tracked back. “Sexy, hot little vixen.” His palms found her buttocks, cupped the tender globes, and his dick thickened inside her, his balls full and ready for his own release.
When he figured she’d recouped, her thighs no longer shaking around his, Rome pulled out of her slowly. She whimpered as he shifted their bodies.
“Oh no, don’t worry, baby. I’m not finished with you yet.”
With a palm beneath her stomach he lifted her up onto her knees then came between her thighs, one hand planted on the small of her back, the other guiding his length into her pussy with one quick thrust.
She arched back. “Roman!”
The sound of his name on her lips stroked him with the slickness of hot oil and Rome pulled out until the tip of his arousal hovered at the mouth of her entrance. He pushed back inside, deep and thorough, making every effort to fill her completely.
She gasped and he repeated the motion, once, twice, three times, and her thighs were once again shaking. He was beginning to like that reaction in her.
With both hands he smacked her ass as he continued to pound into her with all the desire he’d held since first seeing her. He’d dreamed of this, of being inside her this way.
He’d dreamed of other things with her, too, other, darker acts he wasn’t sure she could withstand but hungered for just the same.
Staring down at the blush on her backside from his hand, he spotted another source of temptation. Her rear entrance was tight and virginal, he knew instinctively, and he felt desire raging through him once again. He would claim her there, take her and mark her for all time. It wasn’t a question of if she allowed him, it was more like when.
Bringing a finger to his lips as he continued to work his length inside her, Rome licked the tip. Then he touched it to the tight ring, pressing slowly inside as his dick worked her to a delicious frenzy.
She was screaming his name now, a litany of praise that pushed him farther, stroked his cat until it wanted to roar its pleasure as well. In this position the cat was wilder, panting, eager for complete control. Rome slipped another finger into her tight backside, using his thumb to spread the dripping essence from her pussy to ease its entrance. Scissoring his fingers, he stretched her while his dick continued to move sinuously inside her tight walls.
“The dream,” she panted. “Just … like … the … dream.”
“I dreamed of this, too, baby. Of you, of me. Fuck, you’re so tight. So deliciously tight.”
“Please.” Her breath came in quick pants now as she tried to speak. “Please, Roman. I can’t take anymore. Please.”
“You can take it. You can, vixen.” He pumped into her with both his dick and his fingers, pushing her, pushing both of them to that precipice they’d both imagined. He’d wanted her hot for him, crazy with lust for his dick, but he hadn’t counted on this.
Hadn’t imagined what it would really feel like to be inside her, to feel her gripping him, accepting him, needing him.
It was as intense as it was frightening. But he couldn’t pull out, he couldn’t have stopped this pleasure if their lives depended on it.
When her release came her entire body trembled, her walls clenching his dick, pulling his own release right behind hers. He opened his mouth but no sound came. Inside the cat roared, hissed, pushed him farther. Coming down over her, he sank his teeth into her shoulder until he tasted the salty tang of her blood.
Chapter 16
In the morning Kalina was alone.
Rolling over in the large bed, she knew instinctively that he was gone.
Last night … her thoughts trailed off, assembling slowly like pieces to a puzzle. Last night she’d been attacked or something. There were eyes and roars and … there was Rome.
She was in his bed, her traitorous body telling the rest of the story. Aching thighs gave way to a center still pulsating with need and Kalina wanted to smack herself.
She’d slept with Rome. Her suspect.
Pulling one of the many pillows over with her arm, she dropped it on her head, screaming into it. “Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!”
How could she have been so stupid? She’d compromised her case by sleeping with the enemy.
More important, how had she been so naive as to think he’d be here in the morning?
It was his spot, yes, so a part of her figured he’d stay for that reason alone. But, not.
He was gone and she was here, alone. Just as she always seemed to end up.
It was ridiculous really, to have allowed herself to believe, to feel for even a fraction of a second … actually she’d believed from the moment she’d opened her eyes to see him watching her, the moment she realized he was enjoying the sight of her touching herself. She’d believed that he wanted her, that on some level he needed her. That want and that need had felt so good that she’d dropped all the pretenses, let the barriers she’d placed around herself all her life fall to the side. She’d welcomed him, giving him every part of her body he asked for.
And he still hadn’t stayed.
The thought stung, burned like a fireball in the center of her chest. Tears stung her eyes. Then she shook her head, a defiance rising in her she’d never quite experienced before. Sitting up on the bed, she pressed her palms to her eyes and took a steadying breath.