Page 20 of Stay With Me
“No, I’m not,” I whisper. The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. My gaze drops to the ground, unable to see the look in his eyes right now.
Roman’s hand stills, and there’s a heavy pause before he grips my chin, tilting my head up so that I’m forced to look at him.
His brow is furrowed, his face a mask of anger. A spark of fear hits me at the thought that I’ve disappointed him.
“Why on earth would you say that?” he questions in a gruff voice.
Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I try to think of how to say what I feel. “Because,” my voice stays low.“Have you seen you? You’re not just a handsome man, Roman. You are Greek god material. I’m clearly not the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. You could literally have any woman you want. I know, you’re just saying that. Please, don’t say something like that just to say it.” I hate how insecure I sound, but I can’t help it. Roman intimidates me. I still have no idea how last night and right now has even happened.
“Listen to me, Ava, and listen to me good. I don’t say things I don’t mean. I don’t lie to make people feel better. I’m not that kind of man. So, if I tell you you’re the most beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, breathtaking goddess of a woman... I mean every single fucking word. Do you understand me?” His voice is a dangerous growl.
My eyes burn at his words. The way he says it, along with the pure sincerity in his eyes, is everything I didn’t know I needed. My heart beats a mile a minute, the blood pounding in my ears as I try to process these emotions. There’s something about this man that just makes me feel everything.
“Yes.” I nod, a single tear falling down my cheek.
As he leans in, my eyes flutter closed. When I feel his tongue lick the tear away, I whimper, a wave of need hitting me in my core. Why am I so aroused by that?
“I don’t ever want to see you cry when you’re with me, Princess,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my jaw as he makes his way to my ear. “Not until my cock is buried down your throat or you’re cumming so hard you’re begging me to stop.”
Holy, mother of god. “Roman,” I nearly sob.
I moan when he starts to kiss me, his hands making quick work of my bra. “As sexy as you look in this, I’m going to need to remove them now,” he says in between kisses.
My head is hazy, my body vibrating with so much pure pleasure that I sway on my feet. I’m about to beg this man to fuck me, to get down on my knees and plead.
When he steps away, I whine at the loss, making him chuckle. Roman walks over to the lights and flicks them off, cloaking the room in darkness. The only lights left are from the city that float through the window.
He takes my hand in his and pulls me across the room. “Roman.” My arm comes up to cover my breasts as he positions me in front of the window. “People are going to see.”
“Good,” he declares, towering over me. “I want people to see just how beautiful you are, Ava. To see something they want but will never have.” He moves to stand behind me, my body hyper aware as he runs his hands down my arms. My eyes close as I moan, his touch setting me on fire. His hands stop over mine as he laces our fingers together. Raising them up, he places them on the window, opening them until our fingers and palms lay flat against the clear, cool surface. “Do you want to know why?” he asks me, placing a kiss on my shoulder.
“Why?”
“Because you’re mine, Princess. No one gets to ever touch this body again except me.” He says it like a promise, and the first thing I think is that it’s just words, an ‘in the moment’ kind of thing. Then I remember what he said only a moment before. He doesn’t say things he doesn’t mean.
My breathing picks up, and I start to panic. Or maybe it’s excitement? I’m not sure. I didn’t think what we have going on would last longer than this week, and now he’s telling me I’m his?
No. He doesn’t mean it. He can’t.
All thoughts go out the window as I feel him pull my thong down. “Bend for me, Princess.”
Are we really about to fuck right here in front of the window? Someone is going to see, there’s no way for it to go unseen. This is crazy, right?
But then I’m lowering my hands a bit and sticking my ass out. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs. I gasp as I feel his hot wet tongue lick up my slit. “Fucking hell, baby,” he growls against my core. “So damn good.” And then he’s diving back in for more.
“Roman!” I scream his name as he starts devouring my pussy. Heat starts to pool in my belly and my legs start to shake, struggling to keep me up.
Pleasure washes over me as I stand there, my mouth parted while staring out at the city lights against the black of the night.
The sounds of my arousal as his mouth moves against my pussy has my cheeks flushing. I’m so wet for this man, practically dripping onto the floor... and it’s all for him.
“Oh, god,” I sob out as he slips in two fingers. They work together with his mouth, and it doesn’t take long before I’m shattering for him. My fingers curl against the window as I cum so hard I almost fall to the ground. It’s a struggle to keep myself up but I do, not wanting to break this pleasure that’s crashing into me in waves.
“You’re such a good girl,” Roman purrs, kissing my ass cheek. “You listen to me so well.” He kiss, kiss, kisses, slowly moving up my spine.
I’m panting like crazy. My mind is a mess as I try to think, to form words but it’s no use. I’m still high from my orgasm.
Roman moves my hands up and to the side, keeping them against the glass before dropping them to grab my hips. He pushes me forwards lightly until my breasts press against the glass. “I’m going to fuck you now, Ava.” A low growl rumbles in his chest. “Right against this window. And you’re going to be a good girl and take my cock deep inside this tight, dripping, little cunt, aren’t you?”