Spoken For (17 page)

And then my rolling waves are vibrating. He’s turned the damned thing on and the massage intensifies, rippling through me.

“Fuck, baby…” He rocks harder, his torso shuddering against me.

I’m sobbing, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down my cheeks as I’m swept higher and higher. We peak together, our bodies gripped in long minutes of that mindless, aching tension before we collapse against each other.

Roman curls an arm around me, holding me so close, his erratically beating heart crushed to mine. We lie like that until some semblance of strength returns to my limbs and I crawl up his chest and lift my head to look into his eyes.

“I love you.” My lashes are wet with tears. This is what he does to me. He rips apart my limits and takes me places that I never imagined could exist. “I love you so much, it aches.”

“I love you, too, baby.” He threads his fingers through my hair, guiding my lips to his.

What starts out as a tender, loving kiss devolves into a devouring crush, his tongue plundering my mouth, claiming me as his. I’m boneless, melting into him, loving every part of this man.

The husband I’m addicted to with my body, my heart, my soul.

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