Page 49 of Jewel of the Assassin
My nerves are firing too much for me to think about it.
Rising from my breasts, Roman picks up his pace, rocking his hips and thrusting that cock stronger until the pressure is white hot, blinding, and searing.
“Eyes on me, wife,” he growls.
I gaze at him, his image blurry beneath the teary film before my eyes. But he’s no less beautiful. No less formidable. Locks of his golden hair flick my wet cheeks. His hooded eyes, the intimacy, are soul-leveling.
His muscles bulge the more he rocks into me, and I can’t help but stare at his flawless Adonis belt and beyond to his powerful thighs, giving him momentum to fuck me.
Sweat clings to us both. With the candlelight flickeringand shadows dancing across his body, the fall of his long hair, and that radiant sheen covering him…he looks almostunholy. Like a seraphim torn from the highest, most secret corners of heaven—too divine to touch, too damned to look away from.
His shaking body is evidence of how hard he’s working to control himself, to make this last.
How can I hate someone so much and yet be so hypnotized by him? So mind-blowingly attracted to him? Especially when he’s fucking my ass like this. And when he woke me the way he did…
But the pressure increases, spreading more molten heat through me, pulsating in my core the most.
Suddenly, he lets go of my nipple and kisses my cheek. “I will let that slight go, Valentina. I appreciate your eye-fucking of me.”
“I wasn’t?—”
He kisses me. We both know I was eye-fucking him. I sob and whimper, the sounds blurring from how he enslaves me. Never stopping his thrusts, his cock seems to thicken with every moment.
He pauses, shaft freezing halfway in me. I don’t know what to do when he cups my cheeks and says, “Your moans are a musical, Valentina. Like fucking poetry. You are the fire of my damned soul. The gold filling the jagged cracks of my heart.”
Why?! Oh, God, why does he have to say things like that? “Let my arms go, please…” I plead, voice cracking.
Our eyes meet in a moment of clarity. Perfect, silent clarity. And he does. He unbinds my arms, and I heave a deep sigh at the freedom of my limbs, however worn they are. The first thing I do is find the strength to touch his chest.
“Ahh, fuck, da.Samotsvet of my corona.”
I know the word.The jewel of my crown.
Heat unfurls in waves, melting my bones, softening everything I am until there’s nothing left but glowing surrender.
He rocks his hips harder, relentless and beautiful, and I nolonger just meet him—I receive him. I open, lifting my hips. My spine bows like a drawn bowstring. My hands slide from his shoulders to his neck, finally gripping the hard ridges of his back.
And when he drives into the ache, into the raw, overused place he’s claimed, I rake my nails down his skin. His grunt rumbles against my throat—low, feral,mine.He loves the sting as much as I love giving it.
The pressure swells.
It bursts.
And I splinter around him—body seized, vision gone white, as shafts of molten sunlight lance through me, branding every inch of me with this unbearable, exquisite bliss.
I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can onlyfeel.
We’re in the eye of a hurricane. Lost in each other. He holds me here as I shatter.
And gods help me, I love it. Ilovehow undone he makes me. How I come apart. A little, hot geyser erupts from me, and I throw my head back from the mad urge.
“Fuck, Valya!” he exclaims, shoving one hand between us and catching the stream. Because I just…squirted.
Before I even realize what I’m doing, I throw my head forward and sink my teeth into the thick muscle of his neck, biting down so hard, I taste copper. Marking him. Owning him.
He breaks with a snarl, hips jerking wildly as he slams deep, sinking a flood of his release in me. My insides clench around him, milking him.
He collapses again. Face in my neck, inhaling me, kissing me there, and shuddering until he finally comes out. I lurch from the organ, leaving my ass, stretching me more on the way out.
