I’m not sure when the breath leaves my lungs—whether it’s when Roman pushes my thong to the side and pushes into me or when the deep groan that rips from his throat fills the entire damn space.
All I know is that nothing has ever felt like this.
Not in five years. Not even in my entire life, or while I was married to Noah.
Roman thrusts deep, and I swear my knees almost give out, but he grabs me by my hips before I can crumble. His fingers dig into my skin, steadying me, holding me open.
Owning me.
“You feel that?” he rasps behind me, each word low and rough against my neck as he moves my hair to one side and presses a kiss to my shoulder.
God, he’s so thick and long and deep inside of me.
He fits so perfectly.
“You’re so wet and f*****g perfect. This p***y was made for me, Kara.”
