Page 53 of House of Darkness
She wrapped her hand around my shaft, pumping once and eliciting a hiss of pleasure. My head fell back against the headboard, but my eyes remained fixed on her, entranced by the masterpiece before me. I gripped my cock, guiding her onto me inch by inch, our moans melding into one as she stretched to accommodate me.
Fuck,she was tight. Her eyes widened, locked onto mine, hands gripping my shoulders for support. “You’re so big,” she whimpered.
“Go slow. We can stop whenever you want.” I rubbed my hands over her hips and back until she finally settled to the hilt.
We stared at each other in mute amazement before she moved. One hand tangled in my hair, the other gripping my shoulder, and she took up a languorous rhythm. Her lips hovered over mine, her sweet scent short-circuiting my mind. “Touch me, Roman.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, and then our lips smashed together.
I gripped her ass with one hand while the other explored her back and sides, getting to know every inch of her perfect skin. We rocked back and forth, clinging to each other as if desperate to become one. I rotated my hips to her every movement, eager to feel her tight pussy gliding against my cock.
I may never reach heaven because of my sins, but I was certain that if I could, it would feel something like this. Between her thighs lay thepearly gates, and her lips sang a beautiful symphony in my ears with each thrust. Her nails bit into my shoulder, the sweet pain reminding me that this was real—and thank the Gods for that, or I may just have lost myself to her forever.
I could have finished just like that, savoring the way she reacted to me, reveling in the feeling of her wrapped around me, but this wasn’t about me. It was about learning her body, discovering what made it sing, and I couldn’t wait to find every single one of her buttons. Breaking from her lips, I slid my tongue along her neck, a primal pleasure surging through me as I felt the two puncture marks from the night before.My mark. Mine.
Not mine. I shoved back the thought. My saliva would erase the mark soon enough anyway. I pressed a trail of kisses along her collarbone, relishing the way she shivered at my gentle touches.
“Harder, Roman,” she demanded through gritted teeth.
A feline grin spread across my face. Yeah, it was like she was made for me. I picked up the pace, and she matched me stroke for stroke. Her fingers dragged my head back to her neck. We both knew the fine line we danced, but I pressed my lips to her neck anyway, savoring the sweet torture of being so close yet denying it completely. I wouldn’t bite her; I had enough self-awareness to know I wouldn’t be able to stop.
I was riding the edge, barely holding on for her sake. “I want to fucking fill you.”
She nodded, her breathy moans filling my ears. “Come in me, Roman. Please.”
Fucking hell.My teeth ground together as I worked my fingers between us, rubbing circles on her clit. I couldn’t hold on much longer, and she was coming with me if it was the last thing I fucking did. I savored the steadily increasing moans escaping her, letting themtether me.
“I’m going to come.” She whimpered, tightening around me, and I couldn’t stop myself from tumbling over the edge with her. Her pleasure broke through her conscience and intertwined with mine, and I lost all thought outside the blinding bliss shooting through me—both hers and my own.
Her cheeks flushed a decadent shade of pink, sweat glistening on her skin from how hard she finished, her breaths coming in short pants. Her heart fluttered in her chest, the sound consuming my mind along with the miracle that was her undone.
“That was amazing,” she breathed, the heat of her words skittering across my chest.
“Yes, it was,” I panted, letting my eyes close as her fingers traced my tattoo.
“Let me get you a towel.” I pressed a kiss to her jaw before lifting her off me and slipping out of bed. Moments later, I emerged from her bathing area, carrying a damp cloth.
I had just grabbed her ankle and playfully tugged her to me when our eyes met. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of the absolute masterpiece beneath me, the one who had given me everything. The words spilled out before I could stop them.
“I need to tell you something.”
She propped herself up on her elbows, brows furrowing. “What is it?”
I searched those blue pools, losing my resolve. Coherent words escaped me, so I took the weaker route.Since you’ve moved in, I can’t think of anything but you. My entire world has shifted to orbit aroundyou, Estrella. I know I will never deserve you, but if you’d let me, I’d spend the rest of our lives trying.
The words became too difficult as vulnerability threatened toswallow me whole. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this exposed, but I wasn’t done. I sent raw emotions flowing between us—the joy I felt in the plant shop, the awe I had over the remarkably beautiful and strong woman I’d seen that first night. Then I shared the ecstasy of being inside her and the happiness that came from her trust in me. Most importantly, I enveloped her in the starlight that was my love for her—the only light within me, a light she had ignited with every excited glance, every word, and every kiss.
I loved Estrella, and ignoring it was no longer an option.
Silence followed my revelation. Estrella’s mouth parted slightly; her eyes wide in shock. It felt like my organs were twisting in on themselves. I had expected surprise, but the silence would eat me alive.
“Say something, please.” I cringed at the weakness in my voice.
“I…” Estrella started but fell silent again. Her mouth snapped shut, her eyes turning silvery.
Rejection. I didn’t need to read her mind to see it etched on her face. My teeth ground together, hard enough to crack a molar. It wasn’t fair of me to place this burden on her, but deep down, I knew I couldn’t go on without knowing. At least now I knew.
Even though it hurt like a bitch.
