Page 114 of Bound By Blood and Lies

I swallow hard.

Because I don’t want to talk either, not properly.

“Okay,” I breathe.

He punches in, in one deep thrust, and we groan in unison as I feel the burn of his dick stretching me wide. My head tilts back,leaving my neck completely open, and Roman sucks so hard that my pussy ripples around him.

“Yes,” he hisses. “Clench on my dick, little one.”

He drives back into me. The force of his cock tears a broken sound from my throat as my body struggles to take all of him. My head falls back and my spine arches as he keeps moving, each thrust deeper and harder than the last.

“Fuck, Ro,” I moan before biting his shoulder.

“Don’t you fucking hide that noise,” he growls with another deep push, and my head falls back as I scream out in pleasure.

Roman moves one hand from my arse and squeezes my exposed neck. My pussy clenches around him in response and he moans, long and drawn out, before bending down and biting my lip. The lack of oxygen makes my head spin. I can feel every vein of his cock as it slides in and out of me with ease, mixing with my own desire.

My hands clutch at him and my nails dig in as he loses whatever control he had left. The rhythm of his thrusts turns rough and relentless as he breathes into my mouth like he’s trying to replace grief with something he can actually feel. My body answers him as my pussy gushes around him, pulling him deeper as if my own body knows it needs to be consumed by this rather than what we’ve lost.

“You’re going to cum for me, Tink,” he says, adding more pressure to my neck, and I try to nod but his large hand restricts the movement.

I can feel my lower body tightening as his pace falters. He lets go of my neck and I breathe in greedy gulps of air as his hand drops down to my clit, making firm circles over my sensitive bud. I explode at the sensation. My thighs clench him tighter as my head rolls and he cries out as I feel his cock send spurts of warm cum deep inside me. I shiver as his forehead drops tomine. Our breaths mingle together in short, sharp pants as we try to come back down to reality.

“Tink…” My name leaves him, and it causes tears to spring to my eyes. I pull his head to my shoulder as I cling to him with his cock still buried deep inside me as we heave together. The only sound is the shower water hitting the floor.

“I’m here,” I breathe as my voice shakes.

He presses his face into my neck. His breathing becomes deeper and slower, and I feel the shift in him as the intensity fades away.

“Don’t let go,” he murmurs.

My grip tightens and I press my cheek against his temple as I close my eyes.

“I’m not,” I whisper.

And for the first time since the church, it almost feels true.

CHAPTER 32

FAE

The space beside me is cold as I lie there with my cheek pressed against my pillow. My eyes trace the crease of the sheets where he slept, trying to work out how long it’s been since he left. I ache all over, not just with heavy limbs but with a heavy mind too. The room smells faintly of him, of us, of something that should feel grounding but instead just sits wrong in my chest. I turn, staring into the ceiling as I swallow the burn of tears. He didn’t sleep. Again. I thought maybe after the sex yesterday, his body would have at least given up. It wasn’t soft or gentle. It wasn’t even really about us. I shift slightly, dragging the duvet tighter around myself as a chill rolls across my skin, and my hand moves to my stomach.

“You’re a very lucky little baby, do you know that?” I press my palm there. “You literally had someone die for you to live. Wild birth story, right?”

I feel fucking stupid talking to my stomach. Roman is better at it than me. It’s been three days, so I can hardly expect him to be okay, but I didn’t realise how grounding his stories to the baby were until it was something that was no longer accessible. I sigh before forcing myself to sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. Closing my eyes I take one more centringbreath before finally making my way towards the door. I pause in the doorway of his weapons room and my fingers curl slightly against the frame as I lean in. The room is empty, and I bite my bottom lip as my head falls back.

Whatever last night was… it didn’t fix anything. If anything, it just made the space between us harder to ignore.

I push myself away from the frame and turn back into the corridor. The house is quiet again. Like all the noise has been stripped out of it, leaving something hollow behind that echoes if you stand still for too long. Each step creaks faintly beneath me and I drag my hand lightly along the banister as I descend. My brows pull together as I step into the lounge. Robyn is standing near the window, her arms folded loosely across her chest as her weight shifts onto one leg. She turns around but stares flatly at me.

Something about it feels off.

“What are you doing here? Is everything okay at our flat?” I ask softly.

“Oh, you’re the housing officer now, are you?” She snaps, and my head rears back like I’ve been hit.

“What? No…” I frown, taking a step closer. “That’s not what I meant.”