Page 71 of Barristers & Bones

“It’s too much,” I wailed softly. My back bowed and I grabbed his hips as he worked himself into me. “Oh, God!” I gasped and held my breath as both pleasure and pain filled me while he reached in and expertly stroked my clit.

“Your dripping, swollen cunt disagrees. You need to breathe, love. Take a breath for me.”

It took me a moment to register his words, but when my vision started to tunnel, I forced myself to gasp in air as he moved rhythmically above me. My body loosened underneath him, and a climax built. He leaned over and grasped my good hand above my head, then pounded into me. His stare was too intense, too knowing, and I turned my head to the side.

Roman grasped my chin and brought my face back to his. “No, Luna. Give me your eyes,” he growled. “Watch while your sweet little pussy takes my cock.”

The world slid away as we stared at each other while he pounded inside me. “You are my wife. Mine to protect, mine to ruin.Mine.” He punctuated his words with deep thrusts.

When he stroked and worked my clit, my orgasm built deep inside, then broke and rolled through me. I clamped down on him and came hard, gasping under the onslaught. My climax triggered his, and he pushed himself deep inside me. His hot come filled me as his fingers dug into my hips, holding me tight against him.

Time seemed to pause as we lay there, locked against each other, breathing heavily. Eventually, our heart rates regulated and Roman let go of my hips to prop himself on his elbows, his shaft still inside me. “I’ll give you a key to the lock if you promise to tell me when you take off the tracker.” His words caused my insides to clench, and I knew he felt it. He brushed a damp strand of hair off my cheek and held my stare. “Please. I need to keep you safe.”

“Okay. While Lionel is still out there, I’ll wear it.”

He smiled and rubbed my cheek with his nose. “That wasn’t so painful, was it?”

My eyes narrowed. “Don’t be a sore winner, Fowler.”

Grinning, he kissed me hard and pulled out, then sat me on the side of the bed and stood next to me, holding the band.

“Lift up your hair,” he demanded softly.

With a nervous breath, I reached up and gathered my hair with one hand. He stared at my neck and cupped it, sliding his palm up and down its length. Then he watched my eyes as he put the band on me and clicked the lock into place. The tracker and lock clinked lightly against each other at the hollow of my throat when he let go. Then he leaned in and bit my collarbone, causing a shudder to ripple through me.

“I want to fuck you in this, and only this.” He stared at it, then reached out and fingered the metal.

My phone vibrated on the nightstand, and he slowly pulled back and stood. I reached over and grabbed it, seeing Sylvie’s name on the display.

I answered as I looked up at Roman. “Hey. Are you on your way over?”

“Alexa got called into work so she can’t come. I have one more makeup consult, and then I’ll head over. The Sawyer sisters are fighting over what shade of lipstick their mother would want to be buried in, and I’m ready to pull all their hair extensions out. Speaking of fake, how’s the first day going with your new husband?”

Roman looked pained to hear Sylvie’s voice, and I smiled. “We haven’t killed each other yet, but it’s still early.”

He palmed the side of my face. “We could try fucking each other again. We’ve got the rest of the day,” he murmured in a conversational voice.

My eyes went wide, and I smacked his stomach. “She can hear you!”

Sylvie gasped. “You guys fucked already? Goddamned it, he’s slick. I’m rescheduling the consult, I’ll be over in fifteen minutes.”

I shook my head, even though she couldn’t see me. “No, don’t do that. You don’t want the Sawyer sisters’ wrath turned on you. Besides, coming earlier won’t change anything.”

“Fine,” Sylvie huffed out. “But try to keep your barn door closed until you two figure a few things out.”

“Did you just compare my vagina to a barn door?” I scowled at Roman as he grinned down at me.

“Relax. I’m sure Roman knows by now your barn door has rarely been used.”

My face flushed. “You need to quit with that metaphor.”

She chuckled. “He is kind of a stud, though.”

I sighed and hung my head. “Stop already.”

“Fine. Do you want me to bring anything else? More books, a bottle of wine, your trusty vibrator?” Roman’s eyes narrowed when he heard Sylvie talk about my vibrator.

“All three would be appreciated, and I’ll try to keep my barn door closed. See you in a few.”

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