Born in Blood Collection Volume 1 - Cora Reilly Page 0,369

couldn’t take the pleasure anymore. And it seemed to get better every time we did it. Weeks passed and every night Romero pleasured me with his mouth. He seemed to enjoy it as much as I enjoyed going down on him.

Tonight, he was taking his time and I had no mind to rush him. It felt too good. Romero’s stubble scratched me lightly at times and that intensified the sensations even more. He lifted his head and I huffed in protest.

He chuckled, but didn’t lower his mouth. “Tell me when you’re coming, okay? I want to know.”

“Okay,” I said uncertainly, wondering why he wanted to know, then moaned when Romero closed his lips over my clit and continued where he’d left off.

I could feel myself getting closer. My thighs began to quiver. “I’m coming,” I gasped, too caught up in my pleasure to be embarrassed about it.

Romero’s finger brushed my opening and then he slid it in. I arched off the mattress. There was a flicker of pain but for some reason it made me come even harder.

Eventually I lay motionless on the bed, trying to catch my breath.

Romero blew out a harsh breath. “Goddammit. You’re so tight.”

I couldn’t say anything in response, too overwhelmed by the feeling of him in me. He moved his finger slowly, stroking the inside of my walls, tripling the sensations in my body. Romero’s head rested on my inner thigh as he watched his finger slide in and out of me. I would have been mortified if he hadn’t looked like it was the most amazing sight he’d ever seen. He curled his finger and my hips bucked off the mattress as I gasped in surprise and another orgasm rocked through me.

His eyes on me, he pulled his finger out and actually put it in his mouth. I could only stare, strangely turned on by the sight.

Romero crawled back up to me.

A question burned in my mind. What if the brief pain had meant Romero had broken my hymen? It was ridiculous that I even had to worry about something like that, but I knew the rules and I was still too terrified to break them.

Romero smoothed my brows. “Hey, did I hurt you?”

“No, I…I only wondered if…” I felt embarrassed to voice my worries.

Romero seemed to piece it together by himself, though, and regret crossed his face. “You’re scared that you aren’t a virgin anymore because I put my finger in you.” I couldn’t decipher the emotion in his voice. Was he angry? Annoyed?

He cupped the back of my head. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Lily. I wouldn’t just take your virginity without permission, and even then…” He shook his head. “I shouldn’t even think about taking your virginity. But you don’t have to worry. My finger isn’t wide enough and I didn’t go deep enough to do any damage. You’re safe.”

“I wasn’t scared, I just…” Yes, what? I had been worried. There was no denying it. It wasn’t that I didn’t want Romero. I did. But that was a huge step, one I couldn’t take back.

“It’s okay. You should be scared about that. Your life would be ruined if you lost your virginity before your wedding night,” he said in a strange tone. He wrapped his arms around me, so I couldn’t look at his face anymore. “I want you to be the one, you know?” I whispered into the dark.

“But I cannot do it,” Romero said, his fingers tightening on my arm.

“Why not?”

“Lily,” Romero said almost angrily. “You know why not. So far we’ve been lucky that we didn’t get caught. Your sisters and Luca are already suspicious as it is. Right now we could still deny everything and nobody would be able to prove the opposite, but if we slept with each other, then there would be evidence.”

“Evidence?” I huffed. “We aren’t planning to commit a crime.”

“In our world it is. We don’t play by the rules of the outside world and you know it.”

“We only want to be together because we love each other. Is that so bad?” I snapped my mouth shut when I realized what I’d said. I’d practically put the words “I love you” into Romero’s mouth when he’d never said them, nothing close to it. I hadn’t either but I knew I loved him. Did he love me as well?

He’d become motionless and for a moment even stopped breathing altogether. “Fuck,” Romero whispered harshly. He pressed a kiss against my temple. “This is spinning