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

his ears by the time he was done. In that moment, all he wanted was to make her feel good. As good as he felt with tension licking up his spine as release teased the edges of his senses.

She was tight all around him.

Greedy in the way she moved on the bed, sliding up and down her sheets while he fucked her to get more of him.

Harder, came the first plea.

More, she demanded.

How could he not give her what she wanted? She raised herself a little, just enough to watch the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. One of her hands fisted into the sheets as her breaths came ragged and quick, the low whine building in the back of her throat the longer she watched him fuck her. Then, when his thrusts became even stronger, she collapsed back on the bed with a broken sigh.

He heard it, though.

That satisfaction.

She was getting exactly what she wanted.

He could go on forever. As long as it took to make her come, and then some.

Karine moaned his name, the sound pure bliss coming out of her mouth. She shook while he took control of her, rolling her hips into him with a hard grip on her waist at every thrust.

He wondered if they were battling each other to see who would cave first. Roman smirked at the idea—he could do this all night. Every time he felt that telltale tightening of his balls, he pulled himself back by focusing on her large eyes. Still locked on him. By reminding himself how much she needed this. And how much he wanted it even more.

They both tried to be quiet, but it was pointless. Her heady moans came in a crescendo, and he couldn’t stop the groans of approval at the woman beneath him. She was good—knew how to work her body, and yet she still let him take what he wanted, how he wanted at the same time.

It was only when her lips parted into an O-shape, and her head tipped back for her eyes to fly wide at the ceiling above, that he felt it. Those tremors working their way through her body stilled as her spine curved high off the bed.

Her toes curled.

She breathed his name again.

She came hard—he fucked her through it, too. The milking contractions of her orgasm sent him over the edge as her moans started to soften. He barely managed to pull out of her in time to spill his release along her clenching stomach with the help of a couple jerks of his hand.

A fucking waste.

That should have been in her.

The very nature of his thoughts silenced him—from his mind, to any words he might have said. Nothing came out. He couldn’t remember the last time he had paid so much attention to a woman’s orgasm that he noticed how her lower lip trembled when she came, or how her eyelids fluttered as she came down from her high.

But he also didn’t look away.

Couldn’t.

Realizing he’d pulled out of her to come, Karine pressed her legs tightly together, and dared to put a hand over her face like she was embarrassed.

For what?

That she had allowed herself to feel good.

Because she took what she wanted?

Roman didn’t care to see her shame, and wanted her to experience what she just had again instead. Before she’d said a thing, he was already down on his knees between her legs.

Her loud inhale reached his spot when he pulled her legs apart once more.

“What are you—”

Her words faded, but his mouth was already on her. That taste he’d been waiting for was everything he’d imagined, and then some. Tart and hot on his tongue, he lapped from her slit to her clit while he watched her from between her thighs. Karine had pulled herself up on her elbows, but soon fell back on the bed with a thump.

Roman pressed his mouth to the hot core of her pussy, sliding his tongue into her next as she whimpered and twisted against the sheets. While he sucked on her, his mouth flooding with the flavor of her juices, his thumb found her swollen clit.

Already sensitive from one orgasm, Karine cried out louder than ever, dark pleasure coating every sound. Her body arched up, and she grabbed his head, weaving her fingers in his dark hair until her fingernails scratched along his scalp.

She could leave marks.

There was no doubt he would be leaving some of his own, starting with a beard-burn around the insides of her thighs. And the thought of her feeling that tenderness tomorrow—and maybe in the days beyond—did something terrible to him.

Terribly wicked, that was.

He liked it too much.

All of it.

All of her.

His tongue and thumb flicked and stroked until he was sure she was ready to fly again.

“Roman ... please ...” she begged. “Oh, my God.”

He loved hearing her plea and when Karine came that time, even her thighs quivered. Roman’s face was stuck between her legs, his tongue buried deep in her pussy, and for a second, she tightened her legs around his head to keep him that way. Another woman, and he might have shoved her off—but not this one.

She was still hot on his tongue.

Wet in his mouth.

Christ.

A part of him thought ... once won’t be enough. He already wanted to see her like that again, staring down at him, amazed and blissed.

He straightened up, but only to lean over her on the bed. Still shaking, with her breaths coming fast one after another, Karine watched him through half-lidded eyes that were dark with her desire.

And there it was.

Her smile.

It was a victorious smile. Like she truly believed she had won something.

“What?” he asked.

She shook her head, reaching for him. “You—just you. Stay with me?”

Karine already had her hands wrapped around his forearms like vise grips. He wasn’t exactly in the mood to pack up and go, though.

Wordlessly, Roman climbed into bed with her, maneuvering them both until they were covered by the silver