Nightmares Of Ecstacy | 18+

PART VI

Camden's pov

I was so bloody desperate, it was driving me insane. Nothing helped...not drinks, not my fingers, not even that cheap, pathetic excuse of a toy I'd bought in a fit of frustration. They were all useless in comparison to him. To Roman.

It had been a week since that fateful day when he...when he took me. And I mean actually took me. Not the clumsy hookups I was used to or the passionless rolls in the sheets I'd settled for in the past.

No, this was different. Primal. Primitive. Raw. Something that shook me to my core and made me want to surrender completely. For the first time in my life, I wanted to let someone own me...body, mind, and soul. And damn it if he didn't know it.

I'd finally finished settling in, courtesy of Roman. He'd actually been helpful, believe it or not, although we fooled around more than we worked. I couldn't complain, not when he had me sprawled across the kitchen counter, his mouth buried between my thighs, devouring me like it was his last meal. The way he ate me out was otherworldly, his tongue working me to the brink over and over again until I was a shaking, sobbing mess beneath him.

Even now, just the memory of it made my core clench, heat pooling low in my stomach. I shifted slightly on the bed, the friction of my panties against my slick folds making me bite back a soft whimper. It was ridiculous, the effect he had on me. It wasn't just physical, it was everything about him. The way he looked at me, like he knew exactly how desperate I was for him. The way he touched me, like he had all the time in the world to make me lose my mind. He wasn't impatient, oh no. He loved to tease. Loved watching me coming undone, loved knowing he had all the control.

And I hated how much I loved it.

I let out a frustrated sigh, flopping back against the pillows. I was supposed to be getting ready for the day, not laying here fantasizing about the man who had practically ruined me for anyone else. But my body had other plans. My hands had a mind of their own, sliding down my stomach, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my panties. I closed my eyes, biting my lip as I circled my clit, trying to mimic the way Roman did it, but it wasn't the same.

It never was.

I groaned in frustration, pulling my hand away and glaring at the ceiling. This was hopeless. He'd ruined me, plain and simple. I didn't just
want him, I needed him. My body craved him like a drug, and no matter how much I tried to resist, I knew I was helpless against him.

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat, and I shot up, quickly straightening out my clothes and running a hand through my hair. I didn't even have to check who it was.

I already knew.

When I opened the door, there he was. Roman. Leaning casually against the doorframe, his dark eyes raking over me like he owned me, and God, didn't he just?

"Miss me?" he asked, voice low and teasing, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that infuriatingly sexy smirk.

I tried to play it cool, crossing my arms over my chest and raising an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?" I asked, though my voice betrayed me, trembling just enough for him to catch.

He stepped closer, his smirk widening. "You've been thinking about me." he said simply, like it was a fact, not a question. "Haven't you?"

I opened my mouth to deny it, but the words caught in my throat when he reached out, his hand sliding around my waist and pulling me flush against him. His other hand cupped my chin, tilting my face up so I was forced to look into his eyes.