Chapter 17: Veiled Vows: Chapter 17

“What’s me?” Roman’s brow knits together as we stare at one another.

A deep yearning of lust pulls through my body, my pulse quickens, and heat flashes through me from head to toe. Roman is him. My mystery rescuer from all those years ago. I’d recognize those tattoos anywhere because I’ve thought about them nearly every day since he saved my life.

How is this possible? How is the son of my enemy actually the man who saved me from such a hellish ordeal? Is this some kind of trick?

No, if it was, Roman wouldn’t have shown something so recognizable, and he wouldn’t be this kind to me. He would have left me to die at the hands of Alto’s men, and that would be the end of it. This is different.

This is really him.

“You …” I step forward slowly, reaching out for him, but his injured state makes me pause. I want to touch him and kiss him and feel his body against mine. I need to run my fingers through his hair and kiss him until my chest aches. I need to feel every ridge of his muscles against me, feel the stretch of his cock deep inside me, and hear the sweet sounds he makes when pleasure takes him.

Every fantasy I’ve ever had about him flits through my mind like a kaleidoscope of color, and my pulse races faster.

“Jasmine?” Roman’s concern is so genuine, flooding his eyes as he walks forward to close the gap. I almost pull away from him because if he touches me, I won’t be able to stop myself.

“You saved my life,” I whisper, and a swell of emotion in my chest brings tears to my eyes.

“Yeah,” Roman nods, clearly oblivious to what I’m talking about.

Does he not remember?

Why would he? I was just some random girl back then, and given everything he’s done, I was probably just another job in a long line of whatever he did back then. But to me, he’s everything, and my heart beats out of my chest.

Roman takes my hand in his, and I lose all sensibility.

“You saved my life—” Our mouths collide like a clash of thunder.

Roman stumbles onto his back foot, but he’s very receptive to the kiss. One arm circles around my waist and pulls me snugly against his bare chest while his other hand cups the side of my neck with his thumb sliding along my jaw.

There are no words. Not now. I need to show him how much I need him, how grateful I am, and it doesn’t matter that he won’t understand.

I’ll make him understand.

Back and forth our heads weave in between frantic kisses that begin slowly but quickly dissolve into messy sliding lips and biting teeth. Each ounce of lust that pours from me is met tenfold from Roman, and he clutches me closer until we’re breathing in sync and my entire body is aflame with need.

Injuries be damned, I shove him back toward the bed. He goes obediently until his calves hit the edge and he topples down onto the mattress with me in his arms. Then pain breaks audibly through our kiss. I brace one hand on his uninjured shoulder and lift myself as a beat of caution stabs through my heart.

“Are you okay?!”

“Never better.” His grip on my neck pulls me back down into a deep kiss, and once again, all wounds fade from my mind. I trust him to tell me when it’s too much because I can’t stop.

I kiss everywhere I can touch, and it becomes a dancing battle over who is in control. I lavish attention down his throat, across his jaw, and over his pecks until I reach the wound on his shoulder, but before I can mention it, he pulls me up for another kiss. We roll over, and when he’s on top, he does the same to me while tearing my rain-soaked clothes from my body. By the time I’m naked, I’m back on top and settled in Roman’s lap with his cock growing firm beneath me in just a few seconds.

I can barely breathe. It’s like a fever is taking over, and he’s the only cure. My heart pounds in my ears, tears still threaten in my eyes as emotion overwhelms me, and through every graze of my nails and nibble of my teeth over his body, Roman just holds me.

He returns every kiss with matched energy, shares moans against my lips like they’re secrets, and thrusts his hips up so hard that he almost dislodges me from his lap.

“I need you,” I gasp against his lips, sucking hard on his lower lip. “I-I need to feel you inside me. I need it, please. Please.”

“I’m yours,” Roman says softly, his voice nothing but deep gravel like all tones have fled and there’s nothing left but primal need.

Removing his jeans takes more time than I’d like, but as soon as he’s free of all fabric, I’m back in his lap using my body weight to keep him down since he’s far more injured than I am. By the time his cock enters me, I’m so wet that it’s the easiest glide of my life. I sit, fully seated on his cock and throw my head back with my eyes closed.

Holy. Shit.

We might have done this before, but this time is different. It’s so different. His skin burns hotter, his cock throbs harder inside me, and it’s no longer the cock of just Roman. It’s the one I’ve lusted after for eleven years, the one I’ve hungered for.

Now it’s mine.

He’s mine.

“Jasmine.”

The way he says my name sends me into a full-body shiver. Straightening up, I open my eyes and gaze down at him while his hands rest on my hands and stroke down my thighs.

“Roman.”

His eyelids flutter, and I catch his throat bobbing as he swallows, then he jerks his hips upward slightly and clenches his teeth. “If you don’t move, I might just come from this.”

“You’d come from me just sitting on you?”

He laughs softly. “Can’t you feel how your pussy is flexing?”

Now that he mentions it, every shiver and lustful thought makes my core clench, and my pussy rhythmically squeezes around his thick cock buried so deep inside me that it feels like he’s almost beneath my ribs if I breathe deeper.

“Maybe I’m undecided,” I say breathlessly, but I can’t keep up the charade. I need to move. Bracing one hand on his chest, I move with slow rolls of my hips, lifting myself up and then easing back down. I should go slow. I should be careful.

I’m neither of those things. Within a few thrusts, I’m bouncing hard on his cock and leaning down to claim his lips in breathless kisses. Each stroke of his cock leaving me sends a shiver down my spine. Need drives me to slam back down and fill myself up, while his cock and the way I angle my hips makes his length drive against that tantalizing bundle of nerves deep inside me. On each downward bounce, I grind my vulva against his pelvis and drink up the rush of pleasure from the attention to my clit.

Roman holds onto my hips through the entire thing, only moving one hand to cup my cheek each time I lean down to steal a kiss. Harder and harder, faster and faster, I bounce as pleasure swells deep inside me. Sweat coats my skin and gleams across his muscular chest. His thighs flex as orgasm grows close, and he thrusts up every so often to meet my eager, frantic bouncing.

I need more.

I need him as deep as he can go so that he never leaves.

I need to feel every single inch of him, every touch and kiss for the rest of my life.

Our foreheads touch and my bouncing lessens, growing more into my hips rocking forward and back with minimal rising.

I’m close, I’m so fucking close!

Roman suddenly slides his hand around my throat and grips lightly, holding me in place while staring deep into my eyes. His hips rise in short, sharp thrusts while his lips part, and his moans pour into the inch-wide gap between our mouths, mingling with mine. He applies a flex of pressure with his thumb just below my ear, and those few seconds of brief lightheadedness send my core into a spasm.

I come with a cry, a powerful jerk moving swiftly through my body. My moans taper off as breathing momentarily becomes impossible. I’m suspended in pleasure, my heart pounding like a rabbit, and every inch of me burning up.

Roman comes a second or two later. His eyes roll back, and his entire body arches into mine as pulse after pulse of heat floods inside me. It mingles with the rush of warmth from my own body, and after the initial seconds of strong orgasm, I gasp loudly and my body trembles violently. Roman kisses me, and keeps kissing me until stars burst behind my eyelids and every drop of pleasure is wrung from our bodies. Then I collapse down onto him, panting.

“Wow,” I gasp as tingles jolt through my body and my core twitches. Roman’s chest rises rapidly, and he runs his fingers slowly through my hair.

“Wow indeed.”

I want more. I need more.

We remain like that until the wound on Roman’s shoulder forces me up. Lust gets in the way of treating ourselves properly since we can barely keep our hands to ourselves, but I do manage to clean and cover both his wounds. My vocal concern that Roman needs a hospital melts into nothing but moans because Roman buries himself between my thighs and stays there until he’s eaten me to another orgasm.

I return the favor to ensure he stays in bed and Roman barely restrains himself from thrusting down my throat. I kiss and lick and suck, pouring every old fantasy into worshipping his cock like I swore I’d do if I ever found him. Then I let him fuck my throat with wild abandon for the last few minutes until he comes hard down my throat and buries himself there until my head swims.

It doesn’t end there. Each time we tell ourselves we need to rest, our hands wander. Roman sucks on my tits and fingers me to another orgasm under a blanket of darkness and leaves me a puddle of pleasure and aching need. So I tease his cock with just my fingertips while kissing his neck until he’s swollen and aching for me. Then he fucks me from behind until the neighboring motel room bangs on the wall in complaint.

Our laughter makes that the best orgasm of my life, and as dawn breaks, we eventually fall into a light, restless sleep.

At least, Roman does.

I stay awake for a while longer and quietly study his handsome, sleeping face. His strong jaw, his slanted eyes, the little crooked lump on the bridge of his nose. He’s miles of strong, bulky muscle and olive skin with black ink, yet he has the softest lips and the kindest smile.

I lightly kiss the tip of his nose as sleep takes me.

“You saved my life,” I whisper. “And I never forgot you.”