Nightmares Of Ecstacy | 18+

Part V

Roman's pov

The sight of her sprawled out on the mattress, her hair a mess around her flushed face, chest rising and falling in rapid gasps, was a vision I couldn’t tear my eyes away from. She was the perfect blend of temptation and surrender, and it was enough to drive any man insane.

And insane was exactly what I felt.

My control was long gone. What little restraint I had snapped the second she had arched her back and pressed herself against me at the counter. Now? Now I was all primal need, raw desire coursing through my veins like a drug.

Her legs shifted, thighs rubbing together as if she could create some friction to ease the ache between them. But I wasn’t about to let her have that relief. Not yet, at least. I knelt down, grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs wide, exposing the damp patch on her panties that had me groaning low in my throat.

“Look at you,” I muttered, as my thumb traced along her inner thigh, stopping just short of where I knew she wanted me most. “So fucking desperate. You’d let me do anything to you right now, wouldn’t you?”

Her lips parted, her breath hitching as her hips bucked slightly toward my hand. I raised a brow, smirking darkly as I wrapped a hand around her throat, pinning her back down onto the mattress. “Answer me when I ask a question” I demanded, squeezing just enough to make her gasp.

“Y-yes” she stuttered, her eyes fluttering shut.

“Yes what?” I pressed, leaning down until my lips brushed against her ear. “Say it. Say you’d let me do whatever the fuck I want to you.”

Her eyes snapped open, wide with terror and excitement. “Yes…I’d let you do anything” she breathed, words tumbling out in a rush.

“Good girl,” I growled, releasing her throat and pulling her panties down before she could blink, leaving her bare and trembling under me. Her skin was glistening, her arousal dripping down her thighs, and it only fueled the fire raging inside me.

I leaned back, taking her in, her body twitching slightly under my gaze. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” I muttered, running a finger along her slick folds, teasing her entrance before pulling away completely. She whimpered, her hips lifting off the mattress in protest. “Don’t worry,” I said, smirking.

“I’m going to make sure you feel everything.”

I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand while the other slid back down to her clit. I rubbed slow, torturous circles, just enough pressure to make her squirm but not enough to let her tip over the edge.

Her legs trembled, and her moans became louder, more frantic. “Please, Roman,” she begged, her voice cracking. “I-I can’t—please—”

“Can’t what?” I taunted, pressing down harder on her clit. Her back arched off the mattress, her body shaking as I kept her pinned down.

“Can’t take it? Or can’t wait to come all over my fingers?”

Her only response was a choked sob, her eyes squeezing shut as her hips ground against my hand, desperate for more.

“You’re going to come when I let you come,” I growled, my voice laced with dominance as I slipped a finger inside her, pumping slowly, teasing.

“Not a second before. Got it?”

She nodded frantically, her lips parted, her breath hitching with every thrust of my finger. I added another, curling them just right, hitting that spot that had her gasping, her moans turning into incoherent babbles.