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He moves down my body, pulling first one nipple and then the other into his mouth. He sucks and bites them until I'm a whimpering, moaning mess beneath him. And then he moves on, nipping and biting my abdomen. His tongue dips into my belly button, his stubble scratching across my skin.
He talks to me the whole time, telling me how much he wants me. How much he needs me. He tells me that I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and that I take his breath away. And then his mouth is on my pussy, and he's taking my breath away again. Stealing it from me as he makes love to me with his wicked tongue.
I moan and cry out, clenching and unclenching my fists. Sweat breaks out across my body, my temperature rising higher and higher as he slowly pushes me up a cliff. He takes his time, licking up every drop I give him until I can't tell where I end, and he begins.
I come hard, crying out his name. My heart races, and waves of ecstasy break me open, scattering me to the winds. He picks up each piece, putting me back together with sweet words and steady hands.
"Just like fucking peaches," he murmurs, staring down at me with a wicked smile on his face when I finally come back to myself. He throws my leg over his hip again and pushes his way inside me. His head kicks back, a loud growl echoing around the room when he's all the way in, so deep I know I'm still going to feel him tomorrow.
"Mila," he moans. "God, baby." His body practically vibrates as he fights himself, trying to stay in control. To take me slow and gentle like he wants to do. But that isn't us. That isn't him, and I don't want slow and gentle. I want him, exactly like he is.
"Let go," I whisper, running my hands up and down his back. I drag my nails against his skin, not scratching and clawing like normal, but letting him know that I'm right here with him.
I tilt my hips upward, pushing him in a little further until the tip of his cock hits my cervix, and I'm teetering on that razor's edge between pleasure and pain again. It's that place only he takes me to. The one that I fucking live and breathe for.
"Fuck," he growls when I clench my inner muscles around him. His eyes meet mine again, and warmth shoots through me at the look there. He's stripped raw, completely bare to me. Everything he feels for me is right there, burning so brightly in his eyes that it sears me.
"I love you, Roman," I whisper.
My words unravel him completely, fraying away the thin ropes of control that held him in check. He cries out, grasps my hip tightly, and begins to move.
Powerful thrusts send the bed into motion below me. It rocks back and forth as he takes me as hard as ever, striking so deeply, each wicked thrust has me clawing at his back and screaming his name. If my rib hurts, I don't notice. I don't notice anything except him and the way he makes love to me, embedding himself so deeply into my psyche, I know I'll remember this moment when I'm old and gray and dying. I'll remember him forever.
He demands that I tell him I love him over and over, just like I knew he would. I cry out the words, shouting them until I'm sure the neighbors can hear me. Every single time I say them, he holds me tighter and fucks me harder, never letting up. He's like a machine, ruthless in his quest to love me to the brink of insanity.
I come again and then again, until I'm wrecked beneath him, pleading for mercy.
Then and only then does he ease off. His lips find mine again, his breathing ragged as he glides in and out of me. I hold on to him as tightly as I can, my arms and legs wrapped around him, clutching him to me. His heart pounds against my chest. His skin is slick with sweat.
He makes love to me slowly, gently, until I'm crying out his name and coming for him one more time.
He follows me over this time, thrusting deep and then stilling inside me. I hold him tightly as he comes apart in my arms, trembling and moaning my name. His head is thrown back, his eyes closed, and his lip between his teeth. He looks fierce and fiercely beautiful, and I fall a little bit deeper once more.
"I love you, Mila," he groans as he spills into me, filling me full of him. "Fuck, I love you."
"You never answered me," he whispers a long time later, pushing the hair back from my face so he can look into my eyes.
He's rolled us over so I'm sprawled out on top of him. He's still inside me, and I want to stay right here, just like this. He sounds worried, which makes me smile.
"I'll move in with you," I tell him, too happy and too exhausted to tease him this time.
"Yeah?" he asks, hope shining in those gorgeous hazel eyes.
"Yeah," I whisper, knowing mine reflect the same thing right back at him.
He smiles like a little boy at Christmas again, all happiness and magic, and kisses me softly on the lips before reaching over to turn off the bedside lamp.
I fall asleep with his arms around me, and that little boy smile playing through my mind.
I jolt awake a little bit later, still wrapped up in his strong arms. He's sleeping peacefully beneath me, still inside me. I'm not sure what woke me up, but something feels…off.
I lay on his chest for a long moment, trying to figure out what's going on, and then I hear a door open below, followed by a scratching sound.
What the fuck?
Someone's in the house.
Fear pumps through me, sending my heart into overdrive.
