He was nearly out of my body, the tip of his cock poised right at the entrance of my pussy, and then he slammed into me so much harder than before. Roman curled his fingers into my flesh and shoved back into me hard again.
Over and over he did this, rocking us, bringing us to ecstasy.
“Roman. Oh, God.” I closed my eyes as a ripple of pleasure passed through me. He did it again and again, keeping a bruising grip on me as he pounded into my already deliciously sore pussy. I was so close to getting off again.
And then Roman reached lower until he could rub my clit with his finger.
He had the swollen bundle of tissues between his finger and thumb and pinched hard enough that my eyes watered and my orgasm crashed into me. I bit my lip to hold off from crying out for more. The tangy, metallic flavor of blood filled my mouth, the pleasure so intense stars danced in front of my vision.
My breasts shook from the force of his thrusts, and the sound of our damp skin slapping together filled the room. He grunted like some kind of feral animal, and all that did was turn me on even more. With one deep-rooted groan, he buried the full length of his shaft inside of me and came.
“Kennedy.” He moaned my name and I felt my pleasure crest inside of me once more.
When both of us relaxed, he covered my back with his chest, his warm, humid breath coasting along my nape, and his sweat-slicked skin pressing to mine.
We fell to the side at the same time, and Roman immediately curled his arms around me and brought me back to his solid chest. All I wanted to do was sleep, to not worry about what I’d just done and how this might impact our lives.
Because I knew as soon as morning came, as soon as our families found out what was going on between us—how I wouldn’t let Roman go—shit would hit the fan.
Chapter Fifteen
Roman
I knew I’d wake her up, but I couldn’t help myself. I inhaled deeply, her hair smelling so damn good. I watched as her eyes slowly opened, as she looked out the window and saw it was still dark out. She’d fallen asleep for only about an hour, but God, I wished it was all night.
I wanted her in my bed always.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I murdered against the shell of her ear and smiled, closing my eyes again and just wanting to curl against her and have her sleep beside me. We were silent for long seconds, and I wondered what she was thinking about.
“Did you mean what you said?” she asked softly. “About me being yours and no one standing in your way?” She shifted slightly so she could look into my face.
“I’ve never meant anything more than what I said to you last night.”
She sifted slightly, and I was worried she was trying to get up. I wrapped my arm around her middle and kept her close. “You feel too good next to me for me to let you up.”
She chuckled softly. “So, awkward question, especially after … everything, but can I use your bathroom?” she asked softly, as if she were unsure what I would say.
I smiled. “You don’t have to ask for anything. What’s mine is yours.” I loved the way she got a little embarrassed about that. She looked away, this small smile playing on her lips. She grabbed her glasses, which were on the bedside table, slipped them on, and fuck, seeing her in nothing but those turned me the fuck on all over again.
For a moment she didn’t move, and I watched how her expression sobered. It was clear she was going to say something deep. I sat up, giving her my full attention. Finally, she looked over her shoulder at me. “Are you afraid to tell our family about us?”
I shook my head instantly. “No fucking way.” I reached out and smoothed my fingers down her arm. “But I admit we’ll have to probably tread lightly at first.”
She nodded and licked her lips. I hated that she was nervous. “I should go, though.”
I wanted to tell her to stay, to sleep beside me and let me hold her, but I knew her father would go ape shit if she wasn’t home. “I know, baby.” She smiled and looked away, my words embarrassing her.
“About using that bathroom,” she said, and I chuckled.
I reluctantly let her go and watched as she wrapped a blanket around herself and headed into the bathroom. I thought it cute that she hid herself from me given what we’d done last night.
For a second, I just sat on the edge of the bed, replaying the memories of what we’d done. Those images would forever be engrained in my mind, but they wouldn’t be the only ones. I’d claimed Kennedy and I wasn’t letting her go. I looked at the pillow, where her hair had been fanned out on, her scent covering it.