Page 119 of Dance of Defiance
I stop a foot away from him. Our eyes lock as the room pulses and fills with heat, like there’s an electric current crackling and sizzling between us.
I nod, my head feeling heavy and slow, my limbs twitchy and anxious. My chest tightening.
…My dick swelling.
“That really why you came in here, wreckage?” he purrs quietly.
He closes the last of the distance between us, making me gasp when his chest pushes against mine.
Breathing his breath. Drowning in the delicious, clean, masculine scent of him. His hips roll, and I can't stop the moan that flutters from my throat as his thick fucking cock grinds against mine.
“You’rehard,” he murmurs.
“I…” I swallow. “I—I need a drink?—”
“No, you don’t.”
He grabs my belt and unbuckles it. My head swims, my breath coming faster as he boldly tugs it off. His fingertips skim the strip of exposed skin between my t-shirt and the waist of my pants, slipping just underneath and popping the button.
I feel every tooth of my zipper vibrate through me as he pulls it down.
“I—”
“You don’t need a fucking drink, wreckage,” he growls, sliding his hand over my jaw. His fingers thread into my hair, tugging it to bring his face closer to mine. “You needme.”
His mouth crushes to mine, and I melt. His perfect, soft yet not at all feminine lips nibble and suck, his tongue demanding entrance. I whimper when it finally pushes into my mouth,twirling and dancing with my own until I’m fucking lost in the moment.
He tugs at the back of my hair, pulling me tighter against him as his hand slides over the bulge in my boxers.
“Fuck, do I love your cock,” he groans into my lips. “I fuckingneedit.”
I gasp when he slips my boxers down, and my thick erection springs free.
“Shit, wreckage,” he growls as he wraps his hand around me, fisting my cock as I moan loudly. “This fuckingdick,” he hisses.
I don’t even know what’s happening as I fumble my hand down and grab his erection. Jesus Christ, he’s so fucking big, and when my hand slides over the obscenely bulged front of his briefs, I feel him twitch against my palm. His sticky, wet precum floods my hand, and I groan.
I need more.
I yank his briefs down and shudder as I wrap my fingers around his cock. He's so fucking huge my hand can’t even wrap around him, and when he starts to stroke me, I do the same to him, matching his rhythm.
“Shit, Roman,” he groans, kissing me again. “You?—”
This time it’s me who shutshimup as I sear my lips to his. Val growls deeply, the masculine rumble humming in my chest as he kisses me back.
“I fucking want you,” he rasps, his teeth raking over my lip.
“I’m all fucking yours,” I choke.
“I know.”
I’m barely aware of him easing us backward, my feet shuffling as my jeans drop to my ankles. I feel the edge of the bed behind me, and gasp when he suddenly shoves me down across it.
I stare at him with pure fucking lust as he pushes his briefs down his thighs and kicks them off, standing there totally naked in front of me, his gorgeous, huge dick curving up toward his abs.
Jesus,he’s beautiful.
I’ve never thought of a guy as “beautiful,” but there’s seriously no other way to describe him.
