The Agreement (Darkest Lies Trilogy Book 1) Bethany-Kris (best fiction novels of all time .TXT) 📖

“I’m not glass,” she breathed against his mouth. “I promise not to break.”

Roman nodded, still breathless. “Good to know.”

He couldn’t be gentle anymore, that patience and good will of his was gone. He wanted to go hard—possess her, even, if she would let him.

His hands moved down her body until he gripped a palmful of her ass. Round, and pert, he cupped and kneaded the flesh until her air came a little harder, and she whimpered against his cheek where her kiss had come to rest. She helped to shove his boxer-briefs down, and he let her, stepping out of them only once they’d fallen down to the floor below.

Roman could have taken more time to appreciate the curve and softness of her ass in his hands, but the grin she leveled on him had his mind going elsewhere. She stood up on tiptoes to kiss him once, and then twice. Quick and fleeting, it wasn’t nearly enough, but he was fast to get more when he gripped her thighs, and pulled her up from the floor into his arms.

They fit together like a glove—like puzzle pieces, really. Her hands found his jaw, her fingernails scraping along his beard as he stole another kiss from her, refusing to give even an inch as the need for air burned in his lungs. His cock dug into her thigh while her breathy sighs were swallowed by his lips and tongue. Every single one she made, he wanted to taste.

Each one she made, he owned.

His mouth moved over her trembling chin, down her neck, and then he licked the soft fleshiness of her earlobe. Her giggle melted into a low, sexy moan when his teeth nipped into the spot behind her ear.

It was that sound coming out of her mouth that spurred him forward. Roman carried her to the edge of the four-poster bed, tossing her down to the sheets where he could watch as her perfect body laid bare.

Ready for him.

Open to him.

“God, look at you,” he uttered.

Karine’s shyness was long gone as a wicked smile played at the edges of her lips. She was all woman—one that tempted him more than he was willing to admit. On the bed with her hair spread around her face like a halo, she winked while she grabbed her breasts in both hands and squeezed.

She stretched herself along the bed for him, widening her legs until he salivated at the sight of her cunt on display for him. The sliver of wet, pink flesh was just one piece of the perfection that made up the creature below him. Her narrow waist melded into hips meant for riding a man, and he could already feel those legs of hers wrapped around him while he held her down.

Roman couldn’t resist it any longer. He wanted to know if his fantasies were as good as the real thing—there was only one way to find that out.

Karine seemed to read his mind, murmuring, “Come on, then. Fuck me.”

What else did he need?

Nothing.

Roman grabbed her thighs, yanking her back to the edge of the bed and pushing her thighs wide apart until he felt her muscles shake. Widening her thighs opened her sex for him, too, pink and fleshly and soaked.

Already, she was wet.

He used the tip of his thumb to drag that wetness at her slit over the lips of her sex, spreading them apart as she trembled underneath him. Every soft oh and please at his soft touches while he felt her pussy tighten against the pressure of his thumb against her entrance had him dragging in hard breath after breath.

And then he replaced his thumb with the head of his cock—throbbing, growing harder, he was so close to getting what he wanted. Yet, he still held back. The tip of his cock swept through her slit, from the wet, clenching tightness of her slit to her swollen clit that he’d just been teasing with his thumb.

Hot against the bare skin of his dick, Roman told her, “Sorry—it’s going to have to be raw.”

He hadn’t come there expecting to fuck—it wasn’t like he had time to plan ahead for this. It was what it was, and it wasn’t a careless mistake he’d made very often before. But he would tonight.

Happily.

Karine reached for him, dragging those fingernails down the path of muscles that made up his lower abdomen when she replied, “Lie, and tell me it’s better this way, then.”

He could.

Except ...

“It is better this way.”

He took her then, a hard flex of his hips that buried his dick nine and half inches deep into the warm, wet heat of her pussy. He could have been slow—or tried—but just the feeling of her slick walls stretching open to accommodate him would have been enough to make him nut had he taken his time.

Nobody wanted that.

Karine’s aching gasp echoed in the room when he’d filled her full, and she arched her body for him. Thrusting her hips up to pull him impossibly deeper, she watched him through lowered lashes when his hands came to rest on her hips, and he held her tight against him for a moment. She wanted him just as desperately as he did. It resounded in every tremor rocking through her tempting body.

But he wanted a second like this.

Deep in her.

Wet to his balls.

One hell of a view.

Roman stood at the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide apart. Hers remained open to him—for him. Pulling back until just the head of his cock had her tender pussy stretched for him, he pushed himself back inside with one quick thrust.

Not quite as hard as the first.

Still just as deep, though.

Their groans came in tandem when that second thrust was accompanied by a third, and then a fourth just as fast. He started the pace, and she answered him back with the music of her sweet sounds.

Her hiss sizzled with a low, drawn out, “Yes ...”

Roman wanted that voice of hers ringing in