Page 47 of Revenge Saints
A sharp moan escapes my lips.
Oh God…
He pushes in deeper, slow but unrelenting, one hand fisting my hair, the other braced against the small of my back. My nipples drag against the sheets, aching and hard.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he groans, sinking in to the hilt.
He grabs my hips andslamsback into me.
Hard.
Rough.
Perfect.
My body jolts forward with every thrust, his grip bruising.
“This ass,” he pants, slapping it so hard it stings, “is a fucking monument.”
The burn spreads through my skin and only makes mehungrier.
Everything Roman does is brutal, primal, like he was built to ruin me, and I was made to be ruined.
“You want it harder?” He growls, mouth against my ear.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”
And he delivers.
Each thrust is more savage than the last, shaking the bed, knocking the breath from my lungs.
His hand slides around my hip, fingers finding my clit. He circles it, sending jolts of pleasure spiraling through my core.
My thighs start to tremble. My breath hitches. I move my hips to meet him, desperate to ride the wave building inside me.
I’m his. My body, my mind—he makes sure I feel it.
“Roman,” I moan, nearly sobbing his name as the heat builds into a frenzy.
My orgasm hits, shattering me. My body convulses around him, pulsing and clenching, and Roman lets out a guttural groan as he slams in one final time.
I feel the warmth of his release, the hot spill of cum as he buries himself deep, hands tight on my hips, possessive even in the aftermath.
“Fuck,” he growls, stilling. “I love the way you take me.”
I’m trembling, dazed, but I manage to smile back at him.
“I love the way you claim me.”
He smirks, that glint of menace never leaving his eyes.
Knox
It’s morning.
Max and Ryker passed out after fucking into next week, while Aspen rests in the other room, but me? My brain hasn’t shut down since last night.
I’ve been sitting at this damn table for hours, staring at maps and notes like something’s gonna change if I glare hard enough.
