Page 5 of The Marriage

Desperate.

“I promise I’ll never abandon you, Karine,” he said, cupping her chin and dragging the pad of his thumb over her trembling lower lip. “Those are still different things.”

And he knew it wasn’t what she wanted to hear.

Not that she showed it.

Throwing her head back, she moaned louder, bounced harder in his arms, her cunt so tight around him that it already felt like she was milking him dry. With every thrust, she was closer to the edge and so was he.

As wet as a lake between her thighs, even the clenching of her pussy wasn’t enough to stop his cock from stretching her open and stuffing her full. That’s really what she’d wanted when she was against the windows, touching herself and thinking of him.

She wanted to be too full.

Good and used.

Fucked in the only way he could do to her. The only way she wanted.

“Come for me, babe,” he urged, husky and breathless, already feeling the way her inner muscles were starting to spasm around him when he fucked her a little harder. “You’re gonna feel this for a week, Karine.”

“God, that’s what I want.”

Yeah, he knew.

When his hand circled her throat, and he could feel the fast flutter of her heartbeat against his palm, her final cry was loud and broken. She came with a shout, and it only took feeling the gush of warmth around his cock to make Roman empty his balls while he held Karine firm, and deep.

It was the pulsing jerk of his cock inside her that had Karine smiling like the cat who had gotten the cream. There was nothing that turned her on more than his seed filling her; he bet he could make her beg for it, even.

It was only once the two had crashed to the floor together—in a heap of satisfaction and happy laughter—that Karine used their mingled fluids as lubrication to keep his painfully hard cock very much alive and well. There was a sharp stab of pleasure that came with every jerk of her hand down his length, but goddammit ...

He wanted more.

Karine straddled him, the slick sliver of her pussy all pink and still hungry for him hovering over his cock that she handled with two hands for a moment. “Again?”

Roman leaned up, tucking the hair behind her ears.

He wanted her insatiable.

Undeniably his.

And she was.

“One more time,” he told her, his smile growing sinful along with hers as she slid down his length again, slow and tender, “and then we’re eating.”

Karine winked. “Deal.”

TWO

A rather large, silver platter of oysters lay uneaten on the carpeted floor between Roman and Karine where they both rested on their backs, staring up at the gold ceiling. Funnily enough, they found themselves close to the same spot where they landed on the floor earlier, only he’d convinced her to get dressed while they waited for food—even if it was only in the hotel’s robe. And she ended up using that as something she could lay on naked, anyway.

The city never slept below.

An ice bucket with two bottles of champagne sat next to the platter of oysters. A treat to enjoy that mixed well with the liquor. The hotel certainly knew how to deliver on promises. They had been well worth the money.

So far.

“Let me try.”

“I don’t know,” Roman murmured in reply, grinning all the while. “Not something you’ll like, probably.”