Page 71 of Roma Queen
“Jesus!” Pasha grunts as I bite down even harder. Next thing I know, I’m being lifted into the air, and he’s roughly lying me on the ground, ripping my hands from him and pinning my arms high over my head by my wrists. “You’re in the mood to draw blood, huh?” he pants. “All right, then.”
And so begins a war of attrition that neither one of us has any hope of winning. He bites my neck, grinding himself on top of me, shoving my legs open to make room for himself. I claim his mouth, kissing him deeply, teasing and tasting him with my tongue, pulling frustrated sweet nothings out of him, only to clamp my teeth around his bottom lip a second later, tugging on it until his hand grips tight around my neck, pushing me back into the grass.
“Careful, Firefly.Careful,” he warns.
But I’m not careful. I rock my hips up against him, creating a heady, unbearable pressure between us, and Pasha loosens his hold on me. I use my elbow to take out the arm that’s supporting his weight, and he tumbles sideways. A moment and a twist of my body later, and the world is spinning as I climb up on top of him, seating myself directly on top of his rock-solid cock. I plant my hand on his stomach and drive my fingernails into his sides as I rock against him, taunting him with the proximity of my pussy, and Pasha loses his shit. His back arches away from the ground, his head thrown back, neck exposed, and he growls through gritted teeth. “Fuuuuck. Last warning, Firefly.”
“What are you gonna do about it, pretty boy?” I tease. I shouldn’t. I should know better…and the truth is Idoknow better. I want him to take control. I want him to man-handle me. I want to feel his fingers pressing into my skin hard enough to leave a bruise. My stomach backflips as Pasha grabs me, roaring, and puts me on my back. My wrists are pinned over my head again in no time at all. He shoves his free hand down between our bodies and forces his fingers between my legs, snarling.
“So wet. You’re fucking primed for me already, mmm?” I writhe, trying to get out from underneath him, but he holds on fast. “Where are you trying to wriggle off to?”
He crushes his mouth against mine, and stars explode behind my eyes. The kiss is a ransacking. He pushes his fingers inside me, fucking me with them, and my vision blurs. I rip my mouth away from his, trying to catch my breath, trying to sink my teeth in his shoulder, but he angles his body, moving out of the way. “Ahhh! Pasha! God…”
“I never knew fireflies had such sharp claws,” he huffs. “I never knew they liked to bite.”
“Thisfirefly does,” I volley back. Pasha unleashes a brilliant smile, laughing breathlessly, and my heart swells in my chest. It feels like it’s just doubled in size as he releases my wrists, freeing me, but then takes me by the chin, holding my head in place as he licks my top lip, then running his tongue along the seam of my mouth. “You taste like sunlight and honey, you reprobate,” he informs me. “I’m going to take you now. I’m going to slide myself into this wet, hot little pussy of yours, and I’m gonna make you come. It’s going to be the end of you. Any last words?” He grinds his hips against me, and the tip of his cock rubs up against my pussy, giving me a taste of my own medicine.
God, Ineedhim. I need him inside me so fucking badly. If he doesn’t push into me right now, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind. I shake my head, stubbornly biting down on the plea that’s struggling to slip free from my mouth. Pasha’s open-mouthed smirk tells me he sees right through me, though.
“Can you feel how badly I want you, Zara? Can you?” He drives his hips forward, grinding his erection against me so hard that it actually hurts my pubic bone. “I’m as hard as reinforced concrete right now. Your pussy’s slicker than a fucking slip and slide. Tell me you want me.”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Tell me.”
“No.”
“Admit it, and I can give you what you need.”
I try to shake my head one last time, but Pasha tightens his grip on my jaw, holding me still. I try to cheat him out of his confession by angling my hips up underneath him, trying to slide him inside me all on my own, but Pasha hinges back enough to keep himself from me. His eyes widen with reproach. “Tut tut. You want my dick inside you, the least you can do is ask for it nicely.”
Fucking hell, I feel like I’m going to implode. “Pasha!”
“Pasha what?”
“Just…fucking…”
“Just fucking fuck me? Please?” He sinks his head down, grazing his teeth over the hypersensitive skin at the base of my neck, and I can’t take it anymore.
“Yes! My god, yes, please. For fuck’s sake. I want you. I need you inside me. Please!”
It’s within his power to torture me further. If he really wanted me to suffer, he could tease his cock between my legs again, pinning me down until I’m panting and moaning for him, desperate enough to say absolutely anything he tells me to, just so long as he puts me out of my misery. He stays his hand, though.
With one sharp, upward thrust, he slams himself inside me, and we freeze at the same time, mouths open, sharing breath, lips brushing as we try and come to terms with the sudden, blinding wall of pleasure that’s come crashing down on the both of us.
“Holy…shit…” Pasha breathes. “God, Zara. God, I’m gonna come so fucking hard inside you.”
I wrap my arms around him, clinging onto him as though my life depends on it. Onhim. I don’t gouge my nails into his skin this time. The need to fight him, to battle with him, the frantic, desperate need to consume him in some way…it’s gone now. Vanished, like someone flicked a switch, and the only urge that’s eating away at me now is the urge to get closer, to makethismoment last.
He begins to move against me, torturously slow. He brushes my hair back, gathering it together into one thick rope, then slides his hand underneath me, supporting my head as he stares down at me, sheer amazement on his face. “Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine…you.”
“Liar,” I whisper. “That’s the very first place we met.”
The climax that swells in us not long after—first me, then Pasha following right after—is one for the record books. We’re soaked with sweat and out of breath when the soon to be king of the Roma holds me to his chest and tells me that he loves me.
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“Oh my god,what is that on your neck? Abitemark?”
