Page 29 of Hate to Crave You

Moaning, she brought her heels up and dug them into the mattress, trying to deepen the contact, but he didn’t let her and before long, he had her moaning, panting, on the verge of begging.

Was that what he wanted? Her to beg?

She was about ready to do just that.

Then he stopped and rose up onto his knees between her spread thighs.

“Now,” he said, voice rough.

Julianna heard him tear the foil wrapper of the condom open and she tensed in anticipation. He mounted her and she curled her legs around his hips. With one hand under her ass, he lifted her up more fully, then with one smooth, deep thrust, he filled her.

She wailed out his name, the orgasm slamming into her hard and fast.

He wedged himself deep inside, not moving as she worked herself up and down his cock, riding him as the climax bore down on her. No sooner had it started to ease than he began to move.

Julianna couldn’t breathe.

She struggled to draw in a breath, but her lungs didn’t want to work. Shoving her hands against his chest, she stared up at him, shuddering around his impaling cock as sensation built inside her, desperate to escape. But the noises were trapped in her throat, locked inside her chest and she couldn’t force them out.

He braced one hand by her head, the other on the headboard as he drove into her, the muscles in his arms standing out in sharp relief while his blue eyes bore into hers.

“Julianna…”

She reached up, curling a hand around his neck and tugging him closer.

He came to her, slanting his mouth over hers in a greedy, devouring kiss that stole what little air she had left.

The scream inside her finally broke free and she cried out against his lips just as another climax slammed into her.

Roman groaned out her name.

She felt his cock jerk and pulse and knew he’d started to come, too.

More, she thought blissfully. She wanted more of this.

It wasn’t until her mind cleared a little bit later that she remembered…morewas probably something she wouldn’t get.