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"Yes."
"Did you think about me when you used them, Mila?"
"Y-yes," I whisper, not lying. Maybe I should, but we're past that now.
My confession pushes him over the edge.
In all the porn I've ever watched, most guys take it slow on that first thrust. They ease in, letting you get used to the feel of them. Not Roman. He thrusts in hard, not stopping until the tip of his cock hits my cervix, and he's buried balls deep. Then and only then does he pause, letting me adjust to the feel of him inside me. His head kicks back, a loud growl of pleasure ripping from his lips.
He's so big that he brings tears to my eyes. Pain and pleasure twine so tightly together that I can't tell where one ends and the other begins. It feels so good. So fucking good.
I think I say that out loud, chanting it over and over as I writhe beneath him, lost in an ocean of ecstasy.
Had I known it'd be like this, I'd have thrown myself at him years ago, and damn the consequences.
And then he's moving again, fucking me so hard the island rattles beneath me. He leans forward, his mouth landing against mine. I expect him to kiss me hard, but he's sweet and gentle. His kiss is so at odds with the way he's fucking me. He takes me like he hates me, knocking me breathless over and over again. He's hard and rough and exactly how I always knew he would be.
I love every minute of it.
"Four fucking years, Mila," he growls against my lips. "Four fucking years, I've thought about taking you like this." He lifts my leg, hitching it around his hip. The change in position lets him slide in even deeper.
My nails claw across his back as I writhe and contort beneath him. I'm lost in him, as out of control and wild as he is, taking everything he gives me and demanding more, more, more. His teeth find my throat. His hand finds my nipple. He's all over me as he bites me, fucks me, and plays with my body like he owns it. And it's too much.
"Say it," he snarls when my inner muscles start to clamp down on him.
"Roman," I cry out, clawing again, trying to push him away and pull him closer at the same time.
"Say it," he says again, and I know that's not what he wants to hear. Not this time.
So I say it. I scream it so loudly my throat hurts.
"Mr. Gregory."
"Mila," he roars, holding me down as he comes, his fingers digging into my hips and his mouth against my throat.
Another orgasm slams into me, hitting me so hard I think I'm going to explode into tiny pieces. I forget to breathe, forget I even know how to breathe as it rips me savagely apart while he spills into me, filling me full of him and of what we just did.
Chapter Seven
Mila
When I finally come back to myself, he's on top of me, his heart thundering against my chest. He's a hot, sweaty mess. So am I. Every muscle in my body is sore. It feels so fucking good.
"Hi," I whisper when he pushes himself up in his arms to look down at me.
"You good?" he asks quietly.
"Yeah." I nod. "I'm good." Better than good, actually. I'm amazing. I've never felt better. He's been inside me once, and I think I may already be ruined for anyone else.
His gaze travels carefully across my face, scrutinizing and studying me. Once he's sure I'm okay, he smiles like a little boy who just got everything he wanted for Christmas. His smile is so tender and gentle that I'm not prepared for the warmth it sends shooting through me.
"I knew you'd go wild, but I didn't know you'd be so fucking hot for me, baby," he says, leaning down to kiss me. His lips are soft against mine, a quick brush. He touches his forehead to mine and then pushes himself upright, groaning when he slips out of me, still half hard.
I blush at his words, not sure how to respond. I'm not sure what that warm feeling in my chest is all about. I'm not sure I like the way it feels when his big body no longer covers mine, either.
God. What is he doing to me?
I lay there for a protracted moment, just watching him as he grabs a washcloth out of the drawer beside the sink and then turns the hot water on. He's still completely nude, and moves like that fact doesn't bother him in the least. He's confident and sexy. My claw marks are all over his back and shoulders. Heat unfurls low in my belly at the sight of them, but there's no way I can go another round right now. I'm not even sure I can stand up.
