Needing more, she clutched his back, and he twisted them, pushing her under him as she continued to suck. His cock slid inside a fraction, as if testing her readiness. But she couldn’t wait any longer, and she spread her legs wider, needing him inside her now. Roman pushed his hips back, but she pressed down on his bottom as he inched inside. Full of his blood, she released her teeth and sank into the bed as her body floated. Roman kissed her lips and captured her mouth, dropping a gentle kiss. He moved to her cheek and left small kisses, making a trail down her neck, collarbone, and breasts. She jerked as he sucked and nibbled them. He brushed his sharp teeth over her nipple and drew it into his mouth. She arched her back off the bed at the contact and her hand reached out for his cock, positioning it over her entrance.
Roman grabbed her hand in his, and ground his hips into her, hypnotizing her with his slow movement until he thrust deep inside, and she shuddered. A moment of pain disappeared and was replaced by an intense fullness and she froze. He crushed his lips to hers and she dug her nails in his back. He dominated her body as he pivoted back and forth, the intensity overwhelming.
Their eyes locked in an unspoken moment that she would never forget, bound forever in a way that connected their hearts and souls no matter what happened after. Roman caressed her breasts and smoothed her skin with such reverence she was spellbound. The slow rhythm he started increased to an urgent and desperate mating as he slid farther and farther inside. Isabella stared at where their bodies connected, as her sex pulsed around him. Roman brushed his lips along her throat, whispering in Italian. He slowed down as her muscles clenched around him, and moaned.
“Relax, my love. Let go. It will feel better that way, I promise.”
Isabella listened to him, as the wild flutters and spiraling spasms intensified. She sank into the bliss he created as he pumped fast, grunting and moaning, taking handfuls of her hair and tugging.
“This body is mine—you belong to me, Isabella. Do you understand?”
And she did.
Every piece of her belonged to him. He plunged deep inside and she tilted her pelvis to accept every glorious inch, leaning into him. Wanting more, she wrapped her legs around his back. She loved the beast who filled her almost painfully. Roman nipped her neck and shoulder before moving over the rest of her body. At each place, he bit into her flesh, drawing blood from every sensitive spot, and closed the wounds with a flick of his tongue. Every nick or cut felt as if he imprinted his mark on her. Claimed her. As his fingers rubbed her clit, an intense pressure grew unbearable. As he pushed deep inside, the climbing pulses of her orgasm ruptured and she screamed out at her release.
“Roman.”
Wave after wave of ecstasy slammed through her and she let it carry her, every part of her boneless. Roman kissed her nipple and sucked, sparking another wave of desire and she smiled, loving his boundless energy. He withdrew and thrust back until a strangled cry escaped him. Shudders charged through her again and he sagged on her chest, with his hand cupping her breast. Staring down at the rugged man, still sheathed inside her and still hard, she raked her hands through his thick midnight-blue hair.
Roman lifted his head, a serious expression painted over his face as he slipped out from her and rested on his side. He pulled her into his hard frame so they faced each other. A shyness stole over her and she couldn’t meet his intense scrutiny, even when he stroked the side of her hip back and forth, smoothing her skin with the palm of his hand. The lull in conversation exacerbated her anxiety. His hand traced a path from her hip to her waist and stilled to cup her breast as she shuddered under his touch. When he tweaked her nipple, a pull deep inside drew her closer to him, as if connected. He lowered his head and captured her hard nub between his teeth and tugged until it stung. She hissed in response, but he sucked the sensitive flesh and a wetness grew in her core as a new need for the vamp’s possession rose.
“Why didn’t you say something, Isabella?”
Isabella froze, but Roman grabbed her wrist as he continued to play with her breast, reeling her in. She knew what he meant, but as he slid down her body until his head rested between her legs, she couldn’t speak. Instead, she widened them to give him more access, and writhed under his tender ministrations.
“Would it have made a difference?” She groaned.
“No—but I would have been more gentle. Slower.”
His tongue speared her needy core and he sucked and lapped her juices as she bucked off the bed. As she clutched the sheets, she didn’t want his lovemaking to end. His hand played with her clit as he probed her entrance and thrust his tongue inside. Yes, oh God yes. She raked her hands through his hair and screamed out his name.
“I don’t want slow, Roman. I want you, hard and fast. Any way and every way I can, Your Highness.”
His head shot up and he stared deep into her eyes with a smoldering gaze. He captured her chin as he clambered over her, leaning hard against her breasts until his erection
