I reach up, grabbing the soft fabric of the headboard, thinking I’ve lost my ever-loving mind. He’s right, though. His words are turning me on. No one in my life has ever talked to me like this before. I’d gone on too many first dates to even count, hoping to find my one. But they were all cut from the same cloth. Maybe that’s why I’ve had this lingering want for Romy. Because he isn’t like that with me. He isn’t all prim and proper. He’s rough around the edges and gives me something I didn’t know I wanted. He shows me a raw mix of sweetness unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

He looks up at me like he’s starving to taste me. He wants to lick my most intimate place, and I wonder if that’s what he’s really going to do. He said he was going to eat me. Cunt was the word he used. I’ve never heard it used in my presence until now.

I know my face has to be a bright red, and I don’t know if it’s because I’m embarrassed or because I want this and my body feels like it’s on fire. As if my body has a mind of its own, I start to move my hips. Romy’s mouth tips up into a smile as if he’s won a giant victory.

“Your body knows what it wants. Don’t worry, my princess. I’ll get the rest of you to catch up soon enough.”

Then his mouth is on me. I gasp at the sensation of his tongue running over me. Heat floods my belly, and I have the overwhelming urge to rise up, to get closer to him.

He pulls away, making me cry out, and starts biting and kissing my thighs. My head drops back on the pillow as desire grows. “Romy, please,” I beg, needing him back at my center.

“This is how my body feels every time I think about you. I don’t even have to see you. Your name floats through my head, and this need you feel right now is what I feel. It’s all I think about. You’re on my mind more than anything else in the whole fucking world.”

“Oh God,” I moan. I would die if I felt like this all the time. It’s a need so powerful I’d probably do anything he asked right now. “Please, Romy, please. Give me something.”

“Do you desire me, princess?” he growls, before he finally gives me what I’ve been begging for. He returns his mouth to where I need it most. My hips try to come off the bed, but his big hands hold me in place, not letting me go. No matter how hard I try to buck against him, he keeps me still.

Just as my body ascends its peak, he pulls away again. I almost scream at the frustration. I was so close!

“Call me your husband.”

“You’re a dirty bastard,” I tell him. Then I gasp that I called him that. I’ve never said those words out loud.

“I’ll do any dirty trick to have you.” His hands on my hips dig in more, and I wonder if they will leave marks. Then I wonder why I like that idea.

“Husband, please.”

“Fuck,” he moans, returning his mouth to my center.

One long lick, and I go over. I scream out my orgasm as my whole body shakes.

“I’m sorry, princess. I shouldn’t make you beg like that. I was fighting for control. My need to have you is too intense,” I hear him say. My eyes are still closed as pleasure rolls through me. “I’ll make it up to you.”

Then his mouth is back on me. This time he doesn’t tease. He just goes straight to my still-sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Husband, oh God, husband, I can’t…” But my words are a lie.

My hands leave the headboard, and I grip his hair so he can’t leave. But he doesn’t even try to. He keeps sucking and licking. This time it hits me even harder, and my eyes fly open. I swear I see stars for a second.

I don’t know how long I lie there, and Romy lies with me, kissing and licking the insides of my thighs. I realize I still have his hair in a death grip and I let go.

“Sorry.”

“Wife, you can do that to me anytime you want,” Romy says, lifting his head, a smirk on his lips.

I drop my head back down to the bed and play over in my mind what just happened. All the things he’s been saying to me. How I want them to be true.

Romy crawls up my body. “Are we going to…?” I start to ask about sex, but he shakes his head. His mouth comes down on mine in a slow, sweet kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, and something about that is primal and turns me on all over again. I wiggle under him.

He chuckles against my mouth. “My wife has a taste for something she likes?”

My face flushes.

“I’ll give you more, but not here.” He stands, and I sit up. My dress is pushed around my waist, and I’m still completely exposed.

It’s then I see little marks all over the insides of my thighs. I look at Romy. He shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Only I see you there anyway.” He leans down a little toward me. “Plus, if you run again, you won’t be able to forget me by the time I find you again.”

“Like that’s possible,” I mumble, pulling my skirt down. “I’m sure no woman forgets you.”

My words haven’t even left my mouth and I’m over his shoulder, screaming out.

“Put me down, you brute!” I wiggle, but all he does is slap my ass, so I stop.

“You act like a brat and I’ll act like a brute. I’ve never marked another woman,” he growls, proving I’m right to call him that.

I huff in response, but my body heats once again. He’s making me crave him with the things he’s doing to me.

“Now, my princess. I’m going to take you back to my bed, which no other women have been in. I want to see how dirty I can get those sheets.”