Page 84 of Her Mercenary

She smiled, tears swimming again in her eyes. “Make love to me, Roman. Please. Make me yours.”

Our lips never parted as we undressed each other, or as I slid the clothes under her naked body to provide padding between her and the cave floor.

Sam was intoxicating, the silkiness of her touch, the natural scent of her skin, her wild blond hair fanning out over the black rocks. It all felt so primal, awakening an animalistic need deep inside me, a feeling so different from with any other woman I’d slept with and forgotten about the next day. This feeling was one of possession, protection, pleasing the woman who was my partner. My everything.

I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, the other, sliding over her breast. She groaned as I took a nipple in my mouth.

God, I couldn’t get enough of her soft ivory skin. Of her.

My kisses trailed down her torso, her stomach, her abdomen, between her legs. Her body writhed underneath mine, destroying all sense of control. My heartbeat pulsed wildly in my ears, my neck, between my legs.

I tasted the inside of her thighs, opening her up to me and resting her knees against the narrowed cave walls. A feast for me.

Mine.

I lowered onto my stomach, sliding my tongue between her wet folds as I massaged her thighs.

“Roman.” She breathed out my name, sliding her hands through my hair and gripping my head.

The taste of her turned me into an animal. I devoured her folds, licking the full length between her warm, wet pussy and her ass before settling on the swollen pink nub.

Her body jerked as I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue, then softly, slowly, began to stroke it.

Pulling at my hair, she gasped for air.

I sucked the sensitive pearl, pulling her into my mouth while sliding two fingers through her folds.

“Fuck, Roman,” she whined. She began to tremble, her heat and essence coating my face.

I wanted to drown in her.

“Come here,” she pleaded. “Come here, Roman, please—”

“Not yet.” I sucked, licked, reveling in these precious moments of having her absolutely submissive underneath me. “Come for me, baby. Come for—”

She screamed my name, her body shuddering under my mouth. I rode the wave with her, gripping her thighs, swallowing her release.

Finally, she stilled, her chest heaving, and contemplated me with swollen, sated eyes. I was drawn to those eyes like a magnet, crawling on top of her, my emotions whirling as passion pulsed between my legs.

No, I’d never felt this before.

Not ever.

Her hands pulled me forward. “Fuck me,” she whispered, pulling me further onto her. “Fuck me now, Roman.”

She arched her back as I plunged into her, her warm, wet pussy sucking me in.

My vision wavered and my breath hitched. Tingles erupted from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, my entire body responding to becoming one with Samantha Greene.

My Samantha Greene.

My mind, my thoughts, the pain, the past—the everything—it all slipped away like smoke on the wind. I was no longer in the present moment, no longer myself. Instead, I was nothing but a feeling, completely consumed by her, suspended in this perfect place, with her.

Tears ran down my cheeks.

We kissed, madly, passionately, as I gave her everything I had to give.

Her nails dug into my back, and her breathing hitched. “Oh, Roman ...”