Page 44 of Veiled Vows

Back and forth our heads weave in between frantic kisses that begin slowly but quickly dissolve into messy sliding lips and biting teeth. Each ounce of lust that pours from me is met tenfold from Roman, and he clutches me closer until we’re breathing in sync and my entire body is aflame with need.

Injuries be damned, I shove him back toward the bed. He goes obediently until his calves hit the edge and he topples down onto the mattress with me in his arms. Then pain breaks audibly through our kiss. I brace one hand on his uninjured shoulder and lift myself as a beat of caution stabs through my heart.

“Are you okay?!”

“Never better.” His grip on my neck pulls me back down into a deep kiss, and once again, all wounds fade from my mind. I trust him to tell me when it’s too much because I can’t stop.

I kiss everywhere I can touch, and it becomes a dancing battle over who is in control. I lavish attention down his throat, across his jaw, and over his pecks until I reach the wound on his shoulder, but before I can mention it, he pulls me up for another kiss. We roll over, and when he’s on top, he does the same to me while tearing my rain-soaked clothes from my body. By the time I’m naked, I’m back on top and settled in Roman’s lap with his cock growing firm beneath me in just a few seconds.

I can barely breathe. It’s like a fever is taking over, and he’s the only cure. My heart pounds in my ears, tears still threaten in my eyes as emotion overwhelms me, and through every graze of my nails and nibble of my teeth over his body, Roman just holds me.

He returns every kiss with matched energy, shares moans against my lips like they’re secrets, and thrusts his hips up so hard that he almost dislodges me from his lap.

“I need you,” I gasp against his lips, sucking hard on his lower lip. “I-I need to feel you inside me. I need it, please.Please.”

“I’m yours,” Roman says softly, his voice nothing but deep gravel like all tones have fled and there’s nothing left but primal need.

Removing his jeans takes more time than I’d like, but as soon as he’s free of all fabric, I’m back in his lap using my body weightto keep him down since he’s far more injured than I am. By the time his cock enters me, I’m so wet that it’s the easiest glide of my life. I sit, fully seated on his cock and throw my head back with my eyes closed.

Holy.Shit.

We might have done this before, but this time is different. It’s so different. His skin burns hotter, his cock throbs harder inside me, and it’s no longer the cock of just Roman. It’s the one I’ve lusted after for eleven years, the one I’ve hungered for.

Now it’s mine.

He’s mine.

“Jasmine.”

The way he says my name sends me into a full-body shiver. Straightening up, I open my eyes and gaze down at him while his hands rest on my hands and stroke down my thighs.

“Roman.”

His eyelids flutter, and I catch his throat bobbing as he swallows, then he jerks his hips upward slightly and clenches his teeth. “If you don’t move, I might just come from this.”

“You’d come from me just sitting on you?”

He laughs softly. “Can’t you feel how your pussy is flexing?”

Now that he mentions it, every shiver and lustful thought makes my core clench, and my pussy rhythmically squeezes around his thick cock buried so deep inside me that it feels like he’s almost beneath my ribs if I breathe deeper.

“Maybe I’m undecided,” I say breathlessly, but I can’t keep up the charade. I need to move. Bracing one hand on his chest, I move with slow rolls of my hips, lifting myself up and then easing back down. I should go slow. I should be careful.

I’m neither of those things. Within a few thrusts, I’m bouncing hard on his cock and leaning down to claim his lips in breathless kisses. Each stroke of his cock leaving me sends a shiver down my spine. Need drives me to slam back down andfill myself up, while his cock and the way I angle my hips makes his length drive against that tantalizing bundle of nerves deep inside me. On each downward bounce, I grind my vulva against his pelvis and drink up the rush of pleasure from the attention to my clit.

Roman holds onto my hips through the entire thing, only moving one hand to cup my cheek each time I lean down to steal a kiss. Harder and harder, faster and faster, I bounce as pleasure swells deep inside me. Sweat coats my skin and gleams across his muscular chest. His thighs flex as orgasm grows close, and he thrusts up every so often to meet my eager, frantic bouncing.

I need more.

I need him as deep as he can go so that he never leaves.

I need to feel every single inch of him, every touch and kiss for the rest of my life.

Our foreheads touch and my bouncing lessens, growing more into my hips rocking forward and back with minimal rising.

I’m close, I’m so fucking close!

Roman suddenly slides his hand around my throat and grips lightly, holding me in place while staring deep into my eyes. His hips rise in short, sharp thrusts while his lips part, and his moans pour into the inch-wide gap between our mouths, mingling with mine. He applies a flex of pressure with his thumb just below my ear, and those few seconds of brief lightheadedness send my core into a spasm.

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