Star-Crossed(65)

Their skin was dewy, and the house was chilly in the late winter afternoon. She could feel the icy brush of it on her arms and legs, but it didn’t matter because Romeo radiated so much warmth it was impossible to be cold around him.

He had a way of touching and kissing Jules like he was worshipping her body.

Jules practically purred when his lips found their way back to the nape of her neck, soft against the sensitive erogenous zone. She placed one knee up on the bed as she offered herself to him, and Romeo didn’t hesitate. He slid a hand down, reaching for her pussy, finding her clit, and rubbing in soft, gentle circles. Jules buried her face in the comforter to muffle her gasp of pleasure.

She shouldn’t want him again this soon, but it felt like she would never stop wanting him. He was more playful now, the hard angles were carved off his need, and he obviously felt like teasing. She pushed her hips back impatiently because his gentle touch was making the fire blaze brighter, scorching her with the throb for more. She was already slick for him, quivering on the edge of another climax.

“Do it,” she said impatiently when it seemed he wasn’t getting the point.

Romeo just fisted her hair instead. He tugged her head back and kissed her before she could argue or demand more than what he was giving her. His touch was still featherlight, tormenting her, and his tongue pushed past her parted lips when she gasped.

He used his knee to nudge her other leg, forcing her open wider as he touched her body, relearning her by running his fingers over the folds of her pussy. He breached her, one finger pushing inside, and she sucked in a breath from the sting. Sensitive and sore from the first harsh mating in the shower, she bit her lip to hide it.





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“You’re sore.”

Jules shook her head, feeling like she’d die if he stopped. “It’s nothing.”

“If you come from my fingers, it’ll hurt less,” Romeo suggested, nuzzling his face against her wet hair. “You wanna come again for me, Juliet?” He had a point, and she moaned in defeat. “Yeah.”

Romeo rubbed her clit and worshipped her body as Jules came for him with a harsh cry of release. She shouldn’t make it so damn easy, but he tore down her walls, leaving her vulnerable to the pleasure, and it was nice to have someone she trusted enough to own her like that.

The ecstasy was still buzzing through her bloodstream like the low hum from a hive of bees—warm, white noise that left her peaceful and content, but she remembered the promise for more. She reached for him, stretching blindly behind her and then grabbing his thigh. She dug her nails into his skin in reminder while she searched for her voice.

“I’m gonna fuck you like this,” Romeo said with a low growl of possessiveness.

The teasing done, the hunger was stark in his voice. “You want it?” Is he kidding?

“If you don’t, I’m gonna hurt ya.” Jules moaned from the fresh surge of lust, fighting for sanity as she reminded him, “Condoms.”

“Merda, ” Romeo cursed, pulling away from her. “I’m losing my friggin’ mind.” Jules laughed, feeling oddly flattered as Romeo tore through his clothes, abandoned on the floor in front of the bathroom. Before Jules could crawl onto the bed or find a more comfortable position, Romeo was back over her, making her grunt from the impact.

He tossed his wallet on the bed, spilling black and gold credit cards, and then running a hand over the curve of her hip. He kissed and teased for only a few brief minutes before he used his grip on her waist to hold her in place.



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“Stay like this,” he said and then pulled up.

Jules heard the tear of a wrapper and craned her neck to watch him roll the condom on. She liked the sight of his dick in his hand, and Romeo saw her watching, giving her one naughty smile before he stretched out over her.

Jules spread her legs wider in anticipation, her knee on the mattress making room for Romeo as he stood on the floor between her thighs. She was prepared, but she still moaned when he started pushing in, his thick cock stretching her wide. The burn was there; he was too big for it not to be, but the wash of pleasure swept it away like a passing memory, and she closed her eyes to savor being filled.

When he was fully buried inside her, Romeo blanketed her body with his. He used his arms to hold most of his weight, but still she was surrounded by him, his smell, his warmth, the vibration of passion that always pulsed off him with such blazing intensity.

“Say it. I need to hear it,” he whispered as they lay there shaking together. “Tell me you love me, Juliet.”

“I love you, Romeo.” The confession slipped past her lips like a prayer rather than a confession. “Only you. Always.”