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I was his.
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Him
Isla
Themorninglightwasobnoxiously bright when I blinked my eyes open. My pillow was nowhere to be found, but I immediately noticed streaks of dried blood all over my sheets.
And then my eyes landed onhim.
Calm and blissful in my bed—beside me—Roman’s tattooed chest rose up and down with every deep breath he took. The blood was easily explained—his knuckles were destroyed, but the blood had dried overnight. Neither one of us could have possibly noticed anything except each other last night.
Careful not to wake him, I sat up on my knees and just watched him, images of last night rushing back to me, all of me hot and bothered again just at the memories.
Wow. I had sex with Roman.
There was no way to turn back now. But as that thought crossed my mind, I knew I didn’t want to turn back anywhere. I only wanted to go forward—with him.
I had to tell him how I felt.
Silently, I climbed out of bed and came back with cream and bandages, working on his knuckles while he slept in. I found my pajama top in the living room, but no…I returned to the bedroom and put on Roman’s shirt instead. Leaving him to rest, I headed to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast.
My mind drifted back to last night and how it happened, the words he said, the look in his eyes. Roman was a different man between the sheets. Tender, vulnerable, rough, and dominant. Memories of his hands and lips on me gave me goosebumps.
After he rubbed his cum all over my body, we lay with each other and said nothing. It kind of felt both incredibly forbidden and just right. He kissed me so passionately and touched me so gently, like he didn't just fuck my brains out.
"Fuck, Isla. Why didn't you tell me how you felt earlier?" he whispered in my ear in between greedy kisses. All of him touched me, and I melted into a smile, his words akin to a soothing balm on my heart.
“When do you think a good time for that would have been? When you were buying me bras or drilling me about how many men I've slept with? Or when you made me watch you fuck a girl? Why the hell did you do that, by the way?"
I wasn't sure what was going through my head and why I decided to bring that up then, but he didn't seem at all bothered by that question.
"Because. I was so fucking pissed off that you were leaving. Getting a fucking job and an apartment?! No! I can't live without you now."
Goddamn it, his words were like therapy. He couldn’t live withoutme? Could there really be someone on this planet who loved me like that? I had forgotten all about love…forgotten that deep, wholesome warmth that could fill every hollow part of me.
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Daddy
Roman
Theacheinmyribs pulled me out of sleep right into the delicious smell of something being fried. Quickly trying to figure out where I was, I sat up in bed to see my hand bandaged up.
Isla.
An angel.
I needed to see her. Now. To feel her, to look into her eyes, to touch her. I pulled on my sweatpants, but where was my t-shirt? I knew.
There she was, standing at the stove inmyt-shirt, checking to see if the coffee was brewing in her moka pot.
My chest burst with joy and excitement just at the mere thought of her being beside me. Her body, her soul—everything about her disarmed me. The attachment growing within me was unfamiliar, something I’d never known.
Taking fast steps toward her, I pressed her into my chest, wrapping my arms around her body, finally feeling free to do it. She gasped and giggled, turning toward me. Mine—she was mine. I was so giddy at the thought, I was ready to fucking celebrate.
"Morning,” I mumbled, unable to open my eyes just from the scent of her body.
