“Just in time.” He smirked.
Before she could push Roman away, he wrapped his arms around her, pressing his hand in the small of her back, fusing their bodies together. He smelled earthy and some scent she couldn’t name but it lifted her away. Instinctively, she leaned in and sniffed his neck as he dipped his head to stare deep into her eyes. Heated passion flared back at her and a coiling desire flamed, making her want to taste him. The moment the thought entered her mind, her cheeks flushed. Roman wove his hand in her hair, gripping the long strands and tugging her closer. A part of her enjoyed his roughness.
And although she was a virgin, she wanted an experienced partner who would satisfy her carnal cravings. A lover she would be willing, in return, to satisfy his every whim and fantasy. Why did she picture Roman when she imagined this? His head loomed closer until his lips were millimeters from hers. Her heart thumped inside her ribs, and she lifted her head, brushing her lips over his in the briefest of kisses. The heat singed between them.
With the skimming of soft skin, he let go of her hair and cupped her neck, pressing his firm lips over hers and giving a delicate kiss that stole her essence, stopped her thoughts, and stirred her senses. Roman nudged her lips and nipped her lower lip, causing her to open her mouth in protest. But he seized the opportunity to plunder inside and take what he wanted. But the vamp stopped abruptly, hissed, wiped his mouth and stepped back.
“In the shower now, and get his scent off your skin.”
Isabella stood rooted to the spot, shocked at the obvious jealousy of another man. She smiled, wanting to taunt the vampire who knew no boundaries when it came to her privacy.
“You’re jealous of a human.” She stabbed her long nail in his chest.
The devilish handsome immortal laughed before he zoomed in close. “Jealousy is a pathetic human emotion. Besides, I don’t have a reason to be jealous. You’re mine, and I will not have his foul stench over your delicate skin. It upsets my stomach.”
Isabella rolled her eyes and couldn’t believe the way he spoke to her. She didn’t belong to anyone, but she couldn’t resist poking fun at his admission, knowing she played with fire and could get burnt. Closing the gap between them, she sniffed his neck. Damn it, he smelled divine, like the fresh, salty ocean. Meeting his gaze as he stood stiff with his wide, broad shoulders back, she whispered, “You mean to say this intimidating prince of death and darkness is weakened because of the scent of a human male?” She scoffed.
Roman’s nostrils flared and his dark eyes resembled coal as he lowered his head to sniff her neck once again. This time, he swept her long hair away and brushed his finger over her carotid pulse, sweeping his thumb back and forth. In the blink of an eye, he pressed her up along the tiled wall, with her hand held high above her head, linked with his. He held her hand there, pinning her in. She should be terrified; instead, a thrill invaded. Each stroke of his skin over hers elicited sparks of pleasure. His soft, sensual touch rendered her speechless and she closed her eyes, falling prey to his feverish assault as her insides fluttered with a wave of erotic desire.
“I smell another scent now, Isabella. One far more potent and powerful than any human’s. Yours. You’re aroused, my little witch.”
At over six-foot-something tall, he made her feel small and vulnerable, which other men never did. His hoarse voice sent shivers tingling down her spine. Feeling light-headed, she snapped her eyes open, and shoved at his granite chest to free herself.
“What is it, my little dove? Don’t like playing games anymore? Or do you think perhaps I am joking? There’s an easy way to discover if you’re turned on, my sweet. Your scent has awakened my appetite.”
As the vampire always did, using his inhuman speed, he whisked her away from the bathroom and carried her into the large bedroom, where he spread her out on the king-sized bed. Isabella lay there, with the prince pinning her to the bed. The small white towel was still magically wrapped over her most intimate parts but any sudden movement and it would be gone. As she sunk into the mattress, she heaved out a breath and pushed her chest up to move, but his hot tongue delved at her core, stabbing and licking as she writhed under him. She couldn’t believe him. A wave of mortification washed over her at her situation. Isabelle tried to sit forward to yank him away but his hand pressed on her belly.
She gazed at the powerful vampire as he pleasured her. She watched as Roman, his dark, sleek hair brushing her thighs, speared his tongue right into her tender sex. Spasms of ecstasy rippled out at the intimate contact and she tilted her pelvis, bringing him closer. Taking small breaths, her heart raced as his tongue thrust in and out of her core, making her wetter than ever. She gripped the sheets on her bed as the pulses of euphoria ripped through her. Never in her life had she experienced such a riot of cataclysmic sensations that clutched her insides, melting and rendering her at his mercy. With each stroke of his wicked tongue, a wave of exquisite delight gripped her, and she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted more, even though she hated herself for it. Roman sucked her wetness, and she savored his brazen control over her body and senses.
Roman pressed on
