crossed his face, his features as his erection bumped against my thighs.
I gripped him, needing to touch him, compelled by him. Waves of pleasure crashed over me as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
This Casanova.
This man who dealt in seduction and secrets was succumbing.
Succumbing.
To me.
CHAPTER FORTY
“Wisdom is the knowledge of good and evil, not the strength to choose between the two.”—John Cheever
Eden
His muscles flexed, jaw clenched. I stroked him up and down, loving the feeling of the velvety smooth skin, of how hard he was for me, how ready.
“Eden.” He shook his head. “I promised slow…”
“I don’t need slow.” I fused my mouth to his in a fast hard kiss and then pulled back. “Fuck me, Romeo.”
His eyes snapped open. “What?”
“Fuck me. Love me. Own me. Just take me before I grab the knife you always carry in your pants and slit your throat with it.”
His lips curled into a smug smile. “My girl just got violent.”
I gripped his ass with both hands. “Now.”
“Yes.” His hands tore at my leggings; before I knew what was happening, I was completely naked, my hot skin fusing to his as he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked.
Long.
Hard.
My hands fisted the sheets, his hand came down pressing me into the mattress. He continued to suck, his tongue swirling around my nipple, his body molded to mine.
Made for each other.
Soul mates.
Two people becoming one.
Tears rimmed in my eyes; my nerves stretched to their limit.
To the max.
I was feeling too much.
A frenzy took over; heat flooded my core.
His hands spread my thighs open, and then he was gone, his tongue sucking me off, fucking me with his mouth, showing me everything Tristian never did.
His fingers followed, massaging my swollen clit. He gripped my thighs again, his mouth never leaving as he draped my legs over his shoulders, jerking me down the bed.
I let out a scream, squeezing his head with my legs.
Hard.
Fast.
I couldn’t control it.
He was barely down there for a minute until he had me screaming out his name.
Loud.
Proud.
Panting.
I orgasmed with his lips still around my clit. His fingers found that sweet spot inside of my core.
And I fell apart.
Over and over.
Again and again.
I tried to stop him, I’d had enough, but he wasn’t having it. He gripped onto my thighs and made me come all over again.
I was dizzy.
Dazed.
Happy.
Drunk on love.
On him.
One leg was brought down, and he was there, teasing my entrance, making me want to strangle him.
“Romeo,” I said through clenched teeth.
“Just making sure you could still talk,” he teased. “I’ll know you’re spent when you can’t even scream my name anymore.” He inched further into me, my mouth parted on a scream. “God, I hope your voice is hoarse tomorrow, so every time you say my name, I’m reminded that you spent half the night screaming it while I fucked you, claimed you. Made love to you.”
“Romeo, I need you—”
He filled me to the hilt. I was so full I wanted to stay still, just lay there and feel our bodies pulse in sync with each other. He pulled out only to drive back in. I was already on the edge of falling, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he followed. He started a rhythm that had me very much screaming his name.
Moaning.
Groaning.
Scratching.
Thrusting.
Harder and harder.
Faster and faster.
We came together.
I finally announced to the world who owned me.
Who would always own me.
Romeo Sinacore.
Assassin.
Made man.
Father of my boy.
Most importantly…
Mine.
Finally, all damn mine.
Romeo
I’d spent the better part of my life using my body to gain secrets. While most made men had their weapon of choice, I used my brain and my cock, never once thinking twice about what I was doing, only focusing on one thing.
The information.
And keeping everyone I loved safe.
Suffice to say, the first time I’d had sex with Eden, it wasn’t making love; it was angry fucking, it was hello, and at the end, it was a hellish goodbye that damn near broke me in half.
I’d thought I’d been given a taste back then, however small and angry, I’d had her in my arms, I’d taken her virginity. I’d claimed her with my body even when my heart screamed for me to leave her alone.
“Romeo.” Eden was stretched out beneath me, her red hair splayed out across the white sheets, her lips parted, sexy uncontrollable moans escaping past her swollen lips.
I’d caused that.
I moved again, realizing that for the first time in my fucking life, I was taking my time; I