Page 19 of The Criminal’s Cure

When Maddie smiles at me, it’s an invitation. Permission. Approval.

And it’s exactly what I’ve been waiting for.

Sweeping an arm underneath her, I lay her back against the bed.

Her golden curls splay out onto the comforter as I hover over her.

A fierce craving settles into my already pulsing cock as she looks up at me with those big doe eyes.

I want to take my time with her and savor every second, but after being so tempted the last few weeks, my impatient body has other plans.

My mouth crashes into hers with a rough, possessive kiss. I’ve been on edge ever since the kiss the other night, and the taste of her offers the slightest sense of relief. It’s short-lived, though, because all I want is more. So much more.

Maddie locks eyes with me, a treacherous smirk playing on her lips while she tugs at the wrap on her robe. With a flick of her wrist, the whole thing comes undone and pools around her naked body, and my heart slams into my chest.

Holy fuck.

Out of respect for her, I tried my best not to look when she was cowering in the bathroom, but now that she’s willing and bare beneath me, I devour every inch of her naked body.

A low groan rumbles through my chest as my hands trace her vicious curves, each one so flawlessly crafted that it almost hurts.

Down her shoulder, across the swell of those perky tits, over her ribcage, and all the way to the dimple of her hips.

I settle there, dropping my gaze to the valley between her thighs.

When Maddie lets her knee fall open, my breath snags at the peak of that hot, wet pussy. I can already imagine it stretching around my cock as I’m deep inside of her, but I don’t want to get too far ahead of myself. I’ve waited too fucking long to rush through this.

“So fucking beautiful,” I growl, burying my face in the nape of her neck.

The smell of my shower gel lingers on her skin like a possessive mark, and it awakens something primal inside of me.

I kiss along her collarbone, dragging my teeth across the sensitive skin as her candy lips bow and she lets out a tiny gasp.

Maddie weaves her arms around my neck, tugging at my hair as I nip and suck at her neck. The noises that she’s making drive me fucking wild, and our bodies grind together. I still have my shorts on, but the fabric is a thin barrier between us and I’m dying to feel her skin against mine.

“You’re sure?” I whisper. “Because if we do this, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to let you go.”

“I’m sure.” She nods, a rosy blush on her cheeks as she looks up at me. Her eyes pool with desire, desperate and needy and practically begging me to take her.

I roll to the side and work my shorts off, straddling her again once I’m completely naked.

Maddie’s breath shallows out as I watch her eyes travel over me, mercilessly checking me out.

Her eyes start at my mouth, then fall to my chest, then my abs, and finally settle on my cock that stands at perfect attention.

Instinctively, she clenches her thighs in a cute little show of resistance that I know won’t last long.

As stubborn as ever, she doesn’t want me to see how wet she is. How hot I’ve already made her.

A flicker of panic pulses through her eyes as what we’re about to do sinks in. It’s not like I know Maddie’s full list of sexual partners, but I can already tell this isn’t something she does very often. For all of her confidence and bravado, she’s a little nervous.

Leaning forward, I press a kiss to the corner of her mouth to calm any self-consciousness she feels. “You’re in charge here, Maddie. You tell me if it’s too much. Or if you need a break. Or if we need to stop. Got it?”

Her teeth sink into her lower lip as she nods. “I’m good, Roman. I promise.”

With her assurance, I pick up where I left off.

Nothing in the world could prepare me for the way Roman Molanari looks at me.

There’s an intensity and fire that sears straight into my soul, and his touch is even more extreme.

His fingers leave a trail of lightning as he traces along my body—through my hair, down my ribcage, across my chest. With a hand on either side of my shoulders, he cages me against the bed and I feel so small as his strong, broad body towers above me.

God, he’s so hot .

My chest tightens as I soak in the sight of him.

The thick, muscled shoulders, the firm, rippling abs, the larger-than-life erection that presses against my thigh.

I can’t stop myself from looking because every inch of Roman looks like it was sculpted from pure granite.

When he catches me staring, he smiles, and it steals my breath.

He’s so far above anything I’m used to, it makes me anxious, but one reassuring kiss is all it takes to quiet my nerves.

“Fuck, Maddie,” Roman groans. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve thought about this? How long I’ve imagined what those sweet lips taste like? How they’d feel on mine? How it would sound to hear them cry out my name?”

He moves slowly, purposefully, down my body as if he’s following a map, touching me and kissing me with a gentleness that he’s never shown me before. One that melts me.

“You’re all I’ve been able to think about these last few weeks, Maddie. Touching you, kissing you, burying myself inside of you…”

He drags his fingers up my thigh, edging them further and further apart until I feel the slightest brush against my core. It’s almost enough to unravel me right then and there, but he’s only just beginning. If I know anything about Roman, he’s not going to make this easy on me.

Sucking in a sharp breath, I arch into him as he traces my entrance. Just that small touch makes me dizzy as I cling to his broad, steadying shoulders.

“You’ve thought about it too, haven’t you?” His voice vibrates against my ear as his tongue swipes just below against the sweet spot on my neck. My core throbs, desperate for him. Aching for him. “Tell me about it, baby. Tell me what you pictured when you thought about us together...”

“Roman, I…” Words completely fail me as he teases me, fingers sliding into my wet, slick folds but not yet close enough to satisfy me. I’d never expect torture to feel so damn good.

“Was it this?” Roman puts a finger inside of me. He twists it around, drumming it against my raging body.

“Oh God, Roman.” My voice is so whiny, so needy, that I barely recognize it.

Then he slips another in. And another. “Did you think about my fingers inside of you while you begged for more? Or how wet this sweet, perfect pussy would get with each stroke?”

The more I squirm, the bigger his smile gets, and the more intense his stare is. His deep brown eyes hold mine captive as he plays me like a damn puppet. Finally, I close my eyes, but he strokes my cheek.

“Uh huh, right here, baby.”

His thumb rolls against me as he pulses in and out.

It’s slow at first, but his pace builds until it’s frenzied.

Disorienting. Almost punishing. His touch demands my satisfaction, but then, just as quickly, it’s gone.

His touch leaves a cool emptiness inside me, taking my breath away.

What the hell? He’s not doing this again, is he? He’s not going to—

Before I can even finish the thought, Roman flips me onto my stomach. Pushing his hands up my legs, he edges my knees open and I shiver as the warmth of his breath blows over me. And then I feel the flick of his tongue. “Or was it this? Did you think about this, baby?”

“Mmm,” I moan, gripping the sheets as if my life depends on it, heart pounding in my chest.

Pinning me to the bed, Roman holds me exactly in place so he can ravish me as he desires. He laps against me, his tongue drawing circles against my slick flesh, and then diving inside of me.

Oh, my god.

My entire body coils up; the sensation more than I’ve ever experienced. It’s overwhelming, and for a moment I tense. Roman is just as receptive as he is thorough, though, and he picks up on it immediately. He digs his fingers into the muscle of my ass, stroking and massaging until I start to relax.

“That’s my girl. Easy.”

He kisses the inside of my thighs, giving me an opportunity to pump the brakes if I want to. When I don’t, his kisses move farther until I’m at the mercy of that magic tongue again.

My chest presses into the bed as he works me over, broad hands planted on the back of my thighs. Reaching my arms up, I clutch the sheets, desperate for something to brace myself as the feathery strokes of his tongue consume me.

By the time he comes up for air, I’m wound so tightly that a breeze in the right direction could make me explode, and I have to catch my breath. I hear Roman fumble toward the nightstand and the crinkle of a condom wrapper as he tears into it.

As I turn over, he pulls me to the side of the bed, my hips teetering at the edge. He slides his palm underneath me, lifting my leg and raking his fingers all the way down from my thigh as he rests my ankle on his shoulder.

“God, Maddie. You’re so beautiful.”

The gravel in his voice makes my stomach flutter and his hips settle over me. My pounding heart echoes in my ears as he presses into me. Slow at first, and then, inch by inch, he fills me to the absolute brim.

“Ah!” I cry out, my body stretching to accommodate his swollen length.

Roman eases up, bringing a strand of hair from my cheek as our eyes meet. “Okay?”

“I’m...good.” I’m so breathless that it’s a struggle to even speak. “So good. Please don’t stop.”

At my insistence, he starts to rock against me, our bodies finding their own synchronic rhythm. Blood rushes through my veins, a sensation that goes straight to my head and wipes out any thoughts or emotion besides this right here.

Besides his body intertwined with mine. Besides his urgent, powerful hold on my hips. Besides the sheer ecstasy I feel as he slides in and out of me.

When I reach to touch him, Roman catches both of my wrists in a firm hold, pinning them above my head. The heel of his palms press into each of mine as he drives deeper, his pace slowing but the intensity only ramping up.

“Mmm,” I moan, arching my back as I pull against him, and the resistance floods me with a furious, flaming desire. He breaches every one of my defenses, and I let him. Let him devour me. Let him claim me. Let him hold me like he owns me…and in this moment, he does.

Another one of his intoxicating kisses robs me of my senses, and I realize that I’m fully under his control.

My body trembles as I surrender, letting myself submit to his prowess.

I don’t expect it to hit me like it does, but being at his mercy sends an intense craving coiling through me—one I can almost taste as he brings me to the edge.

Roman’s only focus is on my pleasure, his warm, lustful kisses littering my body as he bucks against me. My eyes shut and I stuck in a sharp breath, my orgasm hitting me in drugged waves with his last thrust.

“Ohhhh god, Roman…” I whine, digging my nails into the back of his hand as he holds me in place. The resistance makes my release all the more intense and a blistering heat grips me as my body clenches around him, giving him the final push to his own climax.

“Fuck, Maddie,” he hisses as that hypnotic wave crashes into him. Burying his face into my neck, he groans, and we collapse against each other onto the bed.

For a moment, we’re quiet; the only sound is our labored breathing as we lie there. Still too high on him to consider the consequences of what we’ve just done, I reach for his hand. He takes it, pulling me on top of him.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Maddie. You know that?” The rasp in his voice makes my body tingle, as if I have anything left to give. “I could do that forever.”

Forever .

“Me too,” I whisper, my head falling back onto his forearm.

Neither one of us thinks about what that word actually means, but for now, it’s the truth. I could live inside these last few moments with Roman and the contentment I feel for eternity.