Page 31 of Obsessively Yours (Fae Kings of Eden #2)

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Roman watched as Violet looked around the inside of their new home, relishing in the way her eyes lit up with excitement. He’d paid the crew to work around the clock to finish everything before his mate returned, and he’d been as involved in the process as he could.

Walking through the front entrance, the foyer had white marble floors to complement the light stone walls. He’d had as many sconces, chandeliers, and lamps installed throughout the house as he could, wanting everything to be open and light, just like her.

He’d commissioned paintings of faerietale scenes from old storybooks, adding a whimsical feel to the dwelling. Violet had always been a dreamer with a joyful outlook on the world around her, and he wanted their home to reflect as much.

“The furniture,” Violet mused, running her hand along the back of a chaise lounge. “It’s all taller than what you’d normally see. Longer, too.” Moving on to the coffee table in the middle of the settees and chairs in their main sitting room, she bent over to look under it. “I first noticed it in the main palace. Is it a new trend?”

Roman walked to the other side of the coffee table, stretched himself out on the ground, and scooted underneath it. Violet stooped down to peer at him, and he patted the floor beside him. “I had them all commissioned to fit us.” After being unable to fit under her kitchen table the day Titus left, Roman knew something needed to be done. He’d not let her hide on her own ever again. It was slightly difficult to sit on their settees and benches, and he’d had to add steps to their bed, but he didn’t care.

Looking out from both sides of the coffee table, he realized the flaw in his plan. “I guess it isn’t much for hiding. I can have tablecloths made to cover the sides and skirts added to the settees.”

Violet laid down and rolled under the table, grabbing his hand. “I can’t believe you did this.” She choked on her words, as if speaking by sheer force. “I love you.”

Before he could respond, she rolled toward him. One of her hands cupped his cheek, and her lips collided with his. The kiss brimmed with passion, conveying everything Violet felt. He knew because her feelings stirred inside him like the mate bond, but not quite.

There wasn’t much room under the table to pull her on top of him, but gods, did he want to. “I need you,” he murmured against her lips. Because he did, more than anything. He’d waited over a decade to have her, but he didn’t think he could wait another minute.

Breaking their kiss, he moved out from under the table, reached under to hook his arm over her waist, and slid her out until he could hover over her. Violet giggled, and it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.

He reached between them and ripped her dress open, the pretty beads she’d sewn to the neckline shooting in every direction. His deep groan at the sight of her perfect tits drowned out her gasp, and he dove to suck a beaded nipple into his mouth.

Breathy words slipped from her lips, and her fingers dove into his hair. The way she squirmed beneath him stoked a fire of need. He needed to bury his cock so far in her cunt she’d feel him forever, but with his inexperience, Roman knew he needed to make her come first.

After paying both breasts ample attention, he kissed and licked his way down her stomach, dipping his tongue in her belly button. Violet jolted and half-heartedly slapped at the top of his head. “That tickles.”

He grinned against her. “Good.” The journey to the apex of her thighs sweetened the farther south he went, briefly stopping at her slender hips to rip the lacey underwear denying him the sight of her.

His tongue ran across the tender flesh of her left hip, and she lifted her bottom, pressing herself into his face. “Please,” she begged.

How could he deny her?

“Spread for me, princess. Let me look at the pretty cunt I’ll be eating tonight.”

She moaned and pushed her legs wide, showing the darkened skin of her slick pussy. Seeing her bared to him for the first time like this almost made him come in his pants again. He whispered a thanks to the gods for making this perfect creature for him to devour.

Lowering his head, he brushed his lips along the inside of her thigh. “Is this what you want?”

“Roman.” She pleaded with him now.

“Here?” his deep voice rumbled as he stuck his nose against her dripping pussy and pulled in a deep breath. His cock jerked and throbbed. He tried to think of anything unsavory to stave off his climax. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He flattened his tongue against her opening and swiped up in one, long lick. Her taste exploded across his tongue, and her cry rang in his ears. Everything around him narrowed to the arousal flooding his tongue as he stroked her over and over. He knew right then that there wouldn’t be a day in his life he wouldn’t have his head buried between her thighs.

Her hips ground against his face, and he wrapped his hands under her to hold her steady. Deeper he dove, ravenous for what he’d been denied for so long. His tongue alternated between fucking her entrance and licking her clean, only to start over again.

Her cries grew louder, and she tried to slip her hand to rub her clit, but he bit the tip. She yelped and yanked her hand back. “Your clit will get the attention it deserves when I say it does, princess. Let me play.”

She tossed her head back and tried to push against his mouth again. “Roman, please .”

Ignoring her, he dipped his head, running his tongue everywhere but where she wanted it. Her protests grew louder and her movements more erratic, until he granted her mercy and sucked her clit into his mouth.

Her back bowed with a scream, intensifying when he slipped two fingers inside her. Roman flicked his tongue quickly as the performer at the pleasure house had instructed him to do, switching to sucking just as he curled his fingers.

Her walls quivered around his digits, and her body convulsed, ripping a loud scream from her throat. He continued to move them in and out, dragging them along her fluttering walls.

Once she came down, he removed his fingers and sucked them into his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to clean her cunt with his tongue, but she’d need the mess to help accommodate his size.

“I need to be inside you,” he rasped and reached for the back collar of his shirt to pull it over his head. Violet sat forward and worked on the buttons of his pants, freeing his aching cock from its confines.

Violet’s mouth fell open. “Oh.”

Roman removed his pants and crawled over Violet’s body, forcing her to the ground. “You can take it, princess,” he said, his voice low and throaty. “Your pretty little pussy will stretch for me like it was made to do.”

Violet shivered and her nipples puckered. Roman shifted his hips and rubbed his dick against her folds, grunting at the mess his words made. “Fucking hell, Vi. You like when I tell you what I’m going to do to you?” She nodded, uncharacteristically quiet, hanging on his every word.

“First, I’m going to slide into your tight cunt, inch by inch.” He punctuated his words by notching the head of his cock against her entrance and pressing slowly. A hiss slipped through his gritted teeth.

Violet lifted her hips and whined. “More.”

“Your greedy cunt is choking me, princess.” Another two inches and his girl started to writhe beneath him. “I’m going to fill you, baby. Are you ready?” Am I ready?

“If you don’t, I’m going to explode,” Violet cried, still moving beneath him for friction.

In one long stroke, Roman bottomed out and entered paradise. They both moaned long and loud. “I need a minute,” he ground out.

Violet reached for his neck, their gazes connecting. “Kiss me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Swooping down, he sucked her bottom lip between his and bit lightly until she opened. With each swipe of his tongue, her pussy loosened, accepting him. Her soft thighs wrapped around his waist to bring him closer.

“I have to move.”

She nodded, and he dragged his cock through her hot channel. When he thrust back inside, she moved her hips in time with his. The sound of their slick bodies slapping together filled the room.

“I can’t last much longer,” he told her tightly. It surprised him he’d lasted this long. Guess the fist cunt worked better than he’d thought.

Bringing his hand to his mouth, he spit on his fingers and moved them to her clit, rubbing in time with their bodies. The feel of her walls sliding against the hardness of his cock was euphoric. He’d never get enough.

“Roman,” she cried as her movements became erratic.

Thank the gods. He wouldn’t last much longer. A tingling started at the base of his spine. Fuck. He tried to control his movements, to stave off his climax until his mate came one more time.

Violet chanted his name like a prayer, the walls of her pussy quivering around his cock. It sent him over the edge. Cum shot out of his dick harder than anything he’d ever experienced, and he was faintly aware of Violet’s soft cries. “Keep going,” she begged. “I’m almost there.”

His cock had yet to completely deflate, and he thrust harder. Working her clit the best he could, he sighed with relief when she screamed and came all over him.

The shaft of his cock deflated completely, and his arms burned with the effort to keep his body from crushing her.

“Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” Violet asked between pants.

Roman dropped his head and laughed. Never had he been so light and free, and it had nothing to do with the warmth still encircling his dick. “I learned a thing or two from the shows we watched.”

Her mouth pulled into a beautiful smile. “We should go soon. I believe you once said something about a private room?”

Roman cursed the late hour. On one hand, the staff had taken off for the night, allowing him to fuck his mate anywhere he pleased, but on the other hand, the last show at the pleasure house would be nearing its end by now.

“Soon,” he promised and kissed the tip of her nose.

“I love you,” she whispered. His cock twitched inside her, slowly rising. She laughed, disbelieving. “So soon?”

Roman tested the waters, moving his hips, and shuddered. “If I try to fuck you again, I won’t last longer than three strokes.”

Violet covered her mouth to stifle a giggle, and he quirked a brow. “Is that funny?”

She shook her head, trying to hold in her laugh. He leaned down and nipped at her nipple, and she shouted in protest. Glancing up at her, he laughed against her skin at the contrite look on her face.

His cock stood erect, and gods help him, he had to have her again. Looping an arm around her back, he pushed himself up to his knees and into a standing position. Violet grabbed at his shoulders and tightened her legs around his waist. “What are you doing?”

Roman prayed the coffee table was as sturdy as it looked and sat on the end. He scooted himself back until his knees hit the edge and released Violet’s back. Leaning back, he rested his weight on both of his hands and met Violet’s inquisitive stare.

“Ride me, princess.”

Grinning devilishly, Violet rocked her hips, and Roman swore colorfully. He forced himself not to move. If he didn’t control the rhythm, maybe he wouldn’t come in three seconds.

His mate rotated her hips in different ways, and he dropped his head back with a tortured groan. “This might kill me.” The look on Violet’s face made his balls tighten, and he shot his hand out to grab her hip. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

Violet’s moans as she worked her hips faster were his undoing, and he sat forward, running his hands up her sides to her tits. He plucked at both of her nipples and watched with astonishment as her mouth opened with short bursts of breath.

“Roman,” she sobbed as her pussy spasmed around him, and by some miracle, she came before he did. Only seconds before, but it was progress.

Her legs drew up and her body twitched while her pussy clamped around his cock, triggering his own release. Wet, sticky residue trickled over his groin and thighs, and he looked down where they joined.

“What a mess,” Violet mumbled.

A mess indeed. He reached down and scooped their mixed cum on his fingers and held it in front of her mouth. “You need to clean it up.”

She snorted. “I’m not licking that.”

He turned his ear toward her. “What was that?”

Violet opened her mouth to reply, but before any words came out, Roman slipped his fingers past her lips and smeared them against her tongue. “I said, you need to clean it up.” The blue in her eyes disappeared as her pupils expanded, and she closed her lips around his fingers. “Good girl.”

Again, he swiped their releases up and fed them to her until only a faint residue remained. “I can’t wait to have you on your knees,” he murmured, smirking at the fresh slick coating his cock. “For now, I want to bathe you and put you to bed. It’s been a long day.”

He stood, still inside his future wife, and carried her to their room.