Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
God. What are we doing to each other? And why can't we stop?
We are lost in each other. So fucking lost.
I whimper when he slides his fingers out of me and then rolls onto his side to face me. Tears still leak from my eyes, but I'm not sure why I'm crying. I think maybe it's because he's ruined me for real this time. And yet, I can't bring myself to care, not when I have him and this intense fire between us.
"Mila, baby," he whispers when he notices the tears dripping down my cheeks. He scrambles up the bed, quickly releasing my arms from their restraints.
I cry out as soon as they're free. They ache and burn, and it feels good. Too good, I think.
"Did I hurt you? Please tell me I didn't hurt you," he murmurs, pulling me into his arms. He cradles me against his big body, gently massaging my arms as he kisses my forehead and eyes, showering me with affection. He sounds so repentant, so worried.
"You ruined me," I mumble. The words sound petulant to my own ears.
"Thank fuck." His sigh is full of relief.
"I'm tying you up next time," I tell him.
He presses his face into my neck and laughs at me, his body shaking beneath mine. I contemplate opening my eyes to glare at him, but I was serious. I can't actually move. I can't feel my legs, and my arms feel like I just power-lifted a dinosaur. I'm telling him the truth, though. I'm going to tie him up and fuck him into oblivion next time.
"Come on," he says, tucking me more firmly against his chest.
He shifts around and then stands up with me in his arms. I let my head loll against his shoulder, my eyes closed. I stay just like that as he carries me into the bathroom. I grumble wordlessly when he places me on the counter, holding onto me until he's sure I'm not going to fall over. Once I'm more or less steady, he quickly washes his hands, brushes his teeth, and then starts the bathtub.
Neither of us says anything as he moves around, adjusting the temperature and then pouring bubbles into the water. I stare at him shamelessly, my eyes heavy. I love watching him move. He's so graceful and confident. The giant eagle tattooed across his upper back moves with him as if it's flying. It's different this time though. He seems tense, his muscles tight beneath the beautiful artwork etched into his skin.
"Up," he says when he steps in front of me again.
He wraps his arms around me and lifts me up before striding toward the bathtub. I groan in pleasure when he sinks down into the water with me, not letting me go even when we're in the tub. Instead, he cuddles me against his big body, keeping me close.
I melt into him, letting him hold me. My entire body feels detached, almost like I'm still floating in that euphoric place he fucked me into.
"That was intense," I mumble, turning my head until I'm nuzzled up against his throat. His skin is scruffy where he hasn't shaved, but I don't mind. I honestly love the way his scruff prickles against my face.
"Yeah, it was," he says, running his hands up and down my arms in gentle passes. He turns his face toward me and brushes his lip against mine. His lips are as soft as always, but something's different. He's still tense, his body rigid beneath mine.
"You didn't hurt me," I whisper to him, worried that's what he's thinking about. He fucks me hard every time he's in me, but he never hurts me. "I love how hard you take me," I say, unsure if I've ever told him that.
I do love it, though. When he's in me, he fucks me like he means it. The last week with him has been incredible. He's bossy and rough and sweet and gentle in turns. After he gives me multiple mind-blowing orgasms, he takes care of me like I'm the most important thing in the world to him. I've never had that before.
"That's good," he mumbles. His lips ghost across my damp skin. "I have no control when it comes to you. As soon as I'm in you…"
"What?" I ask when he doesn't finish his sentence. I tip my head back to look up at him, only to find him staring off into the distance with a furrow between his brows. "Roman?"
He shakes his head as if to clear it and looks down at me. His hazel eyes are troubled. "When I'm in you, I don't ever want to stop."
I twist and turn until he loosens his hold on me, allowing me to turn around in his lap. His tub is huge, but he's so big that it takes me a minute to straddle him without my legs jamming into the sides near his hips. Once I'm as comfortable as I'm going to get, I put my hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look at me.