Breathe You In (Sweet Torment 1)

“No,” I said sternly. “You need to understand something, Roman. You won’t let me hold on to the past anymore, and I won’t let you either.”

He gripped my wrists but didn’t push me away.

“In my whole life, I have never wanted to take away something so much as I want to take away what happened to you. I wish I could take away the pain. But the only thing I can do is tell you that on some level, I understand. You have a mother who made terrible mistakes, but she loves you, and I will remind you of that regularly. But no matter what, I’m always on your side.”

“And what if I hate her?”

“Holding on to hate will only drain all the light from your life.”

“How would you know? I saw you with your parents, with Warren at the fundraiser. Despite all the shit, you still put on a brave face. You couldn’t hate someone if you tried.”

“I’ve hated myself,” I whispered. “Every day since Lauren died.” His eyes softened a little. “And it’s been very dark…until I met you.”

He searched my face for a long moment, as if trying to decide if I was telling the truth.

I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. When I went to pull back, he let go of my wrists and reached behind me, grabbing my ass and clutching me closer. Biting my bottom lip, he brought me back to his mouth and plunged his tongue inside. I moaned because with one kiss, the man had my head swimming.

“You’re the one who pinned me here,” he rasped. “You really expect me to let you back away now?”

He thrust his tongue back between my lips and dueled with mine. I rose to my knees enough to unfasten his pants. With some fancy moving and swaying, he worked my jeans off of me, then ripped my panties away.

By the time we’d clawed each other’s shirts off, I was panting his name and desperate to have him. He yan

ked my bra off and instantly latched on to my swelling nipple.

“Oh, God,” I groaned, dropping my head back and letting him suck and nibble. Diving my fingers into his hair, I pulled the silky strands.

A burst of hot, violent need shot through me. I wanted him. Hard. Rough. Until we couldn’t breathe. When I pulled his hair harder, he bit down on my breast and I cried out his name.

“Fuck, you have me going crazy,” he growled against my skin.

I rocked my hips against him. His hard cock slid along my folds, hitting my clit with every glide. I was already on the verge of coming and he wasn’t even inside me.

He wrapped one arm around my back and used his free hand to cup my breast, bringing it closer to his mouth.

“You’re getting me all wet, sweetheart,” he said, thrusting his hips, grinding over my clit with more friction. With a firm hold on my breast, he sucked the entire peak into his mouth. I yanked again on his hair, which only made him suck harder.

“Condom,” I whispered. “Now.”

“I’m busy,” he snarled against my breast. “You get it.” He nodded at his pants next to us on the couch.

I didn’t find anything other than his wallet, so I pulled it out and sure enough, there were two inside. I opened one quickly and, with him still nibbling on me, reached between us and slid it on him.

I positioned myself above him. He relinquished my breasts and gripped my neck in his hands. I wanted to forget all the darkness, the heavy past that we both carried. I wanted to unleash the aggression I had been carrying around for years. And I wanted to be Roman’s catalyst for his release.

His hard stare told me everything I needed to know—he felt the same way.

I slammed down on him, his massive cock impaling me in one snug glide.

“Shit,” he hissed. “So tight, every damn time.” He leaned up and kissed me, though it was more of a bite than anything else.

Gripping my ass, he moved me up and down on him, faster and harder. My breasts bounced between us, my sensitive nipples raking along his hard chest. I pushed down, taking him all the way to the hilt, and stayed there, keeping him deep inside as I whipped my hips back and forth.

His fingers dug into my ass cheeks and his head fell back against the edge of the couch.

Thought was gone. The past was gone. All the pain—Roman’s and mine—all the mistrust and hate. Gone. We gave everything we were to each other, slaking our mutual need for release. My body short-circuited like a scorched wire hitting wet concrete.

Sensations and emotions climbed with every move, every touch. He was right there with me, balancing on the brink. His tongue plunged between my lips, and I snagged a bite between my teeth.