Page 35 of Roma Queen
Fuckfuckfuck…
“Shit! Pasha!”
He’s too fucking good. I rock my hips, grinding myself into his face, unashamed, and he digs his fingers into my skin, letting out another dark, possessive growl. Even if he was able to speak at the moment, I doubt he’d be capable of anything other than the guttural, urgent sounds he’s already making.
A fire sweeps over us, consuming us. It steals all of the oxygen out of thevardo, leaving us both gasping, swallowing the air like we’re fucking drowning. I claw at his back as he slips his fingers inside me, and it’s too much, I can’t take it, and…
Pasha rips free from my hold. He staggers back, steadying himself against the opposite wall of thevardo, and our eyes lock across the cramped space. Suddenly, my fight or flight response kicks in, and I’m wondering how I’m going to get by him to flee thevardo.
“Zara,” he says in a warning tone. “Don’t you do it.”
Fuck knows how he has any clue what’s going on in my head, but he must be able to tell that I’m planning on bolting. It’s the look in his eyes. The mischievous, nefarious twinkle he’s got going on. I know he’s planning all kinds of dirty shit for me, and some animal part of me thinks I should sprint out of here before he can get his hands on me. I’m not afraid of him. I don’twantto escape him, but my drunk mind is leaning on some very basic instincts. Jeez, he looks like he’s about to devour me.
“Pasha, wait.” I try not to laugh. “I’m sorry I wouldn’t let you up for air.”
“Get your ass back up on that counter,” he commands, shifting toward the door.
“I can’t. I think I’m just going toooooo…” I make a run for it. Waaaay too slow, though. Pasha’s twice the size of me, but he also drank twice the amount of whiskey I did, which means we’re both just as wasted as one another. Still, he gets there ahead of me, blocking the door.
“What wasthatabout, Firefly? I thought you weren’t scared of me.”
“I’m not. I just…” I pout. Shrug. “I wanted to get some air?”
“It’s almost freezing out there. And you’re naked.”
“I wasn’t going to be out there forlong.”
“Get onto that bed, Zara Llewellyn.”
“No!” I’m giggling like a fucking teenager as I try and shove past him.
“Get up on that bed!”
“NO!”
Pasha practically tackles me, grabbing hold of me around the waist, and for a stomach-churning moment I feel weightless. Then my stomach reallyischurning and I’m falling backward onto the mattress, shrieking at the top of my lungs.
“Shhh. Fuck, they’re gonna think I’m murdering you,” Pasha hisses.
“You are. HAALLLLLP!”
He’s on top of me, slapping his hand over my mouth a second later. Suddenly, overwhelmingly, we’re both naked and he’s on top of me, staring down at me, and I can’t stop myself from staring back. “God, you’re trouble,” he whispers.
I can’t reply. His hand’s still covering my mouth, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t need to say anything. Carefully, I pull my leg out from underneath him, and hook my leg around the back of his thigh. It takes a little more effort to wriggle the other one free, but I manage. Pasha sucks in a sharp breath as I push my hips up, letting him know what I want.
I’m still far from sober, but I’m a lot less drunk than I was a moment ago. The weight of him pressing down on me has brought me crashing back down to earth, and I need him more than I did before. I fucking have to have him.
He rocks back, repositioning himself, and then my eyes are rolling back in my head, and he’s inside me. I’m full, so fucking full of him, and the very last thing I want to do now is run away from him.
He’s panting, breathing hard as he removes his hand and slips his fingers inside my mouth, forcing my teeth apart. “I should fuck your mouth for that. I should fuck your ass. You frightened me, Firefly.” He rolls his hips, and I feel the full length of him sliding into me. He’s so big. So fucking hard. The upward pressure of his cock inside me at this angle is borderline too much to bear. I shift a fraction, curving myself against him, and…there…the intense pressure subsides, transforming itself into pleasure.
He rocks against me, still so fucking deep, his dick hard enough to make me hiss, and I begin to lose myself in the rhythm of him. His hands are everywhere, and so are mine. His back; his ass; his arms; the tops of his thighs: I adjust my hold on him, doing everything in my power to bring him even deeper, as if I can pull him inside myself. I can’t get enough. I’llneverbe able to get enough…
His movements become more urgent, and I respond in kind. It’s not long before he’s pressing his forehead down onto my shoulder, cursing at the top of his lungs, and I’m screaming out his name, clinging onto him like I’m worried he might disappear into thin air as I come.
He doesn’t; he remains unsurprisingly corporeal as he falls sideways, shifting his weight and holding me to his chest as he spins until he’s on his back, and I’m sprawled out across his chest.
“Zara?” he whispers, his hushed voice disturbing the silken silence.
