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“I’m sorry, Princess,” I say softly. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
the person who hasn’t left her side in fourteen years. The very same person who has made sure she was warm and fed and never felt alone or afraid. The one who would do anything for her.
Bella, please. Bella, you have to understand. Bella, fuck—I can’t live without you, Bella.
I’m going to make you come on me every day for the rest of your life.
“Hit me, scream at me, fucking shoot me if it makes you feel better—at least I know that feeling. But you don’t keep your feelings in, and you sure as fuck don’t lie to me. Got it?”
his gaze to my chest, then back up. “If you need someone to hold them for you, I have two very capable hands right here.”
My lips part, and I poke his chest. “When did you get so philosophical?” “I saw a shrink. When did you become so self-aware?” “I was left alone with my thoughts,” I say matter-of-factly.
He did, in fact, say what he said, because later, he tucks me into bed, lies right next to me, holds me in his arms, and reads to me. …An R-18 book.
Roman lifts his hand to his mouth and licks me clean from his fingers, letting a heady noise reverberate from his chest. “I knew you’d be my favorite meal.”
“What? You think I’ve ever had eyes for anyone else?”
“How many times do I need to tell you that you’re the only one for me?
“That’s it. Take my cock,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “God, you’re bleeding all pretty, Princess.”
It’s the only one I can see where the black has turned gray with age. A single word is at the center of his chest, just above his heart. Bella.
“I’m going to fill this little pussy of yours, and you’ll feel me dripping out of you all fucking day. And you know what’s going to happen tomorrow? I’m going to fill you all over again.
Twenty-fucking-two years old, and my girl and I lost our virginities in the middle of the woods. This will go down in the history books.
I was ready to go the second I saw my come leaking from that sweet pussy of hers. Fuck, that was everything I wanted and more.
“If you need convincing about whether your body is quite literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, I suggest you look away from my eyes and farther south.”
Ribbons of red are drawn all over my arms and chest. If I wasn't already tattooed, I’d get her claw marks permanently etched into my skin.
The great news is that her hair is back in her signature pigtails—but she didn’t want my help. So that pissed me the fuck off this morning.
Fuck baby steps. Why isn’t she madly obsessed with me yet?
