A Crown Of Fire And Wrath (The Shadow Walkers Saga #5) - Sloane Murphy Page 0,38
waves at me from the bed as Roman takes me from the room and strides down the hall to his. I guess an audience isn’t on his list. He pushes the door open, and locks it behind him. It’s pretty pointless in this house, but then, no one is going to try and bust through a locked door either.
He drops me on the bed, evidence of how much he wants me is very much on show, and I lick my lips.
He drags a chair from the corner of the room and drops into it, his eyes never leaving me.
“Strip,” he commands, and I stand. I kick off my boots, getting them out of the way, before lifting my sweater slowly, thanking the fates I chose to put on the pretty pink underwear today. His gaze follows my fingers as I feather my touch back down to the hem of my t-shirt. I lift it over my head, and he growls lowly at the sight of the light pink lace that covers me.
My fingers trace down to the buttons on my jeans and I pop each one of them open slowly, and his eyes start to glow as the blush pink of my thong becomes visible.
“Fuck me, you’re beautiful,” he says, his fingers gripping the arms of the chair, as if holding himself in place. I step out of the jeans and sashay over to him. I bend forward and kiss him, running my hands down his chest and down his thighs, coming back up to brush over the hardness of him under his boxers.
He growls under the brief touch and I pull back with a smirk on my face. I hook my thumbs through the side of my thong, and he jumps from the chair, stopping me in place.
“Mine,” his chest rumbles with the words, and he stops my movements. He walks us backwards until the backs of my knees hit the bed and I fall onto it. I sigh as he pushes my thighs open and drops to his knees. “So fucking beautiful.”
He spreads me open, staring at me like I’m his last meal. I lean up on my elbows to watch him as he keeps one strong hand on my thigh. He groans as he feels how wet I am. I tip my head back as his fingers tease my clit, before he leans forward and tastes me. “Fuck, I will never get tired of that.”
He ravages me with his tongue, before sliding two fingers inside of me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My pants increase and just before I fall over the edge, he stops. I cry out, and I can feel his smile against me. “Not yet, Princess. I own this pussy, right now it is all mine, and I don’t think you worked hard enough for that just yet.”
At first, I frown, not really sure what he's planning. I mean, yes, he likes to be in control and domineering but surely he's not going to…
"You'll come when I say you come. And trust me, after that little stunt? Well, let's just say, I've got ideas."
Now, I've never been afraid of my men. I have always given them my unmitigated trust but as those words slide from between his lips, I realize that he is going to milk this control thing until I beg for forgiveness and do everything he orders.
But there is only one tiny kink in that plan, ‘kink’ being the opportune word…
I don't follow instructions very well.
"What if I come anyway?"
Oh shit. Now, why did I have to go and say that?
"Oh, Princess, I hope you do. That way, you'll see the full extent of my control issues."
Damn it. Now, I'm curious about the extent of… My eyes drop to the bulge that clearly screams just how invested he is in this dominating game and I'm part curious and part terrified, in the best of ways.
"I guess we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"
I'm so getting punished for that.
The sting on the inside of my thigh is immediate. Looking down, I realize he's just bitten me, leaving a light imprint of his teeth on my milky skin.
I like it.
Actually, I love seeing his mark on me. It's physical proof of his devotion to me. Of the power of our love. It's so… Roman.
"I'm going to enjoy hearing you scream, Princess. Trust me, the guys are all taking bets on how loud you can get."