But where did that leave Jake?
“That’s not it—I can’t let you. Not unless you promise not to mess with my head and compel me,” she said breathlessly. Isabella raised her head as Roman stopped his exploration. She met his dark, intense eyes with burnt chips of amber that flared with overriding intensity. She hoped he would change position. Give her space.
Instead, he lowered his head again, sniffed her neck, and flicked his warm tongue on the throbbing pulse in her neck, licking in soft strokes. Each wet flick made her core clench and tingle. The rough stubble that grazed his chin scratched her neck, marking her, and she shivered at the friction.
As she wriggled, he grabbed her wrists with one of his hands and raised them above her head. He pressed his taut, broad chest over her soft breasts, crushing them. Tilting his hips forward, the hard outline of his cock pressed into her belly. And she shut her eyes as a rising storm of whirling sensations clawed its way up from her toes, to her thighs and her abdomen, making her pant, and crave for things she shouldn’t.
“I have never needed to glamor you, Isabella, to taste you, but now my curiosity is piqued.”
Roman kissed the pulse in her neck and time slowed as she heard each frantic beat of her heart. Finally, she twisted away from him, and arched her back to push at his heavy frame. But he slipped his hand down inside her pants to cup her tender mound. She gasped at the brazen contact, but the scream stalled inside and she froze.
“Roman.”
Heat pooled in the apex between her legs, and she pressed her head into the pillow as her panties dampened at his tender exploration. Tears stung her eyes. No. But Roman stroked her velvet-soft folds with his finger and grunted at discovering the wetness there.
“Whether you want to admit it or not, my dear Isabella, your body craves me. You’re so wet right now, that if I had a mind to, I could make you mine right now.”
His finger toyed with her glossy lips, exploring the length of her slick opening, and a pulsing, demanding need beckoned. Isabella wanted him to quench the thirst that rose inside. To give her the release she desperately needed. She swallowed, feeling hyper aroused, but unwilling to surrender to the riot of sensations he wove through her body—or he would torment her forever. Isabella tightened her core and squeezed her thighs together, but Roman nudged her legs wide apart and thrust his finger deep inside her searing heat. A burst of delicious coiling pleasure charged through her blood as he pressed in and out. A rhythmic slapping noise surrounded her, as Roman added a second finger, stretching her as tight muscles clamped around him. Sharp teeth traced back and forth along her neck.
“Come for me, il mio amore.”
The soft, seductive Italian voice all but pushed her over the edge. He increased his urgent rhythm and a moan escaped her lips as she came. Wave after wave of spasms fanned out and her body trembled with the orgasm. Boneless and sated, she sank into the mattress. The sting of teeth sinking in her neck was a blur as she writhed under him. As the burn of his drawing blood deepened, she shoved at his chest.
But the initial pain receded as Roman drank, moaning at her throat and holding her shoulders tight against him. A rising thrumming need rose in her belly as he cupped her breast, massaging the tender skin softly. He rubbed his thumb over her swollen sensitive bud, and she clutched his massive shoulders, wanting more. With each gentle brush of his thumb, her core throbbed and ached with need, but Roman shifted and lifted his head. He licked her skin before he pushed away and rolled to his side to study her.
Isabella couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. Her body tingled and throbbed with torment and desire. As her breathing slowed, she risked glancing sideways at him and caught his dark and mysterious eyes fixed on her with an expression that told her he knew her deepest and most wanton secrets. Humiliation burned her cheeks, and she twisted away to get off the bed.
He caught her wrist and yanked her back. “I arouse you, Isabella, and right now, your sweet body is driving me crazy when it calls out with such blatant need. You should know, if you don’t already, my race are highly sexed creatures. It’s nothing to have multiple partners. I suspect your coven is similar. But I want you to know, for you, I’m willing to sign an exclusivity agreement. Either way, you are mine, Isabella, but I thought you may have concerns over multiple partners.”
At times, Roman surprised her by his genuine concern. She knew his frank admission was an attempt to allay her fears because she knew he slept around. But his arrogance and the futility of her situation only served to deepen her annoyance. She swung her left arm high to smack him, but he captured her wrist and he pinned her down on the bed, hovering over her. Twisting and struggling beneath him, she attempted to move, but couldn’t make him budge. He held her until she stilled.
“Such wild passion. You will make an excellent lover one day. Today, I wanted to test a theory I have about you and the discovery proved me right. You want me, Isabella. You haven’t fully accepted that, yet, but you will. And make no mistake, I want you, and
