Roman didn’t take Katie to her room. Instead, he took her to the master suite, a room on the floor below Katie’s tower room, and set her gently on the huge bed. She sank into the smooth, plush bedding and leaned back. She watched him warily, heart beating with trepidation as he stepped away to remove his jacket and tie. As always, he stared back at her with a dark intensity that made her feel like both the only woman in the world and his hunted prey.
“Are you going to hurt me tonight, Roman?” she asked, a slight quaver in her voice. She pressed her knees together, aware of the ache still there from their earlier bouts of rough lovemaking. God, this man knew how to make an impression.
His gaze roamed over her body, lingering and warming over each part of her. That was what she loved about this man. He loved her wholeheartedly. Not just bits and pieces, but everything about her, from her face to her knees to her toes and everything in between. He’d never treated her like she was just tits and ass. That’s how she knew if they made it to old age together, he would indeed love her to the end of her days just as fiercely as he did right now.
“Do you want me to hurt you, Katerina?” he asked, his hands going to the buttons on his shirt, the tattoos on his fingers flashing as he worked.
She thought about it for a moment. If she was honest with herself, though he did sometimes frighten her with his rippling power and intensity, the kind of sexual pain he dealt her was incredibly tempting. She met his eyes and shook her head slowly. “No Roman,” she whispered. “I-I’m a little sore.”
His lips curled into a wicked half grin. He reached for her with a suddenness that had her curling her legs up to protect herself. It was useless though, Roman would always have his way. He easily knocked her knees apart and held her open while he slid a big hand up the inside of her thigh and cupped her pussy through the silk of her panties. Katie gasped and squirmed against his possessive hold.
“Not too sore I hope, baby,” he grunted, massaging her. She moaned, growing instantly wet for him, powerless against his masterful fingers and the slide of silk against her heated pussy. Still cupping her, he slid his fingers further down the back of her panties until they were pressed against her backside. “I can fuck you here instead. It’s going to happen anyway, why not today? I fucked your pussy this morning. Should I take your ass, too, and make you mine completely?”
Katie’s eyes dilated at his dark words, fear and adrenaline crashing together in a crazy symphony of need within her. She was helpless not to buck against him as sparks of pleasure shot through her core while he rubbed his fingers against her back passage, promising her the forbidden. She bit her lip and moved her hips restlessly, her knees falling open as he shoved her dress up her thighs.
He grunted and leaned on the bed, pushing her back until she was laying under him. He increased the pressure, sliding his thumb under the silk of her panties and pressing it against her clit. She tossed her head back restlessly into the bedding and thrust her hips up into his hand, cries of pleasure escaping her lips.
“Yeah, baby, tell me how you like it,” he rumbled against her, nipping at the lacy edge of her dress, seeking access to her silken throat. “Never stop purring for me.”
“I’ll never stop,” she moaned and reached for him, bringing his head down for a kiss. She told him with her tongue and her lips the things she hadn’t been allowed to say during their brief wedding ceremony. She knew they were fucked up and they had a ways to go before they were ready for forever, but he belonged to her and she was ready to belong to him. At least for the one night, their wedding night. And this was the one thing they wouldn’t screw up.
She pulled away from him for just a second, her hands tugging his shoulders down, and whispered against his mouth, “Make me feel so good, Roman.”
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned against her and kissed her so hard he arched her head back into the bedding and plundered her mouth with his tongue, fucking her in imitation of the way he would soon take her body with his cock. He shoved his knee between her legs and pushed them even wider. He pushed her panties impatiently to the side and plunged two fingers deep into her pussy.
Katie cried out sharply into his mouth, her hips bucking up to meet his fingers as pain from the sudden invasion of her still sore vaginal passage merged with pleasure as he began pumping his long, skilled fingers against her g-spot. She lifted her hips and moaned, thrashing underneath him while he slowly drove her insane, forcing her higher and higher toward the edge of mindlessness.
“Come for me, hermosa,” he growled against her lips.
Katie did as he commanded and came with a scream and a rush of fluid across his still pumping fingers as he pressed them mercilessly against her. She bucked wildly under him, hanging onto his shoulders for dear life, her nails biting into the tanned skin over his tattoos. He forced her higher and higher, as more fluid soaked the back of her dress. She begged and cried for him to stop while urging him on with her hands and lips. He used his knees to force her legs impossibly wider.
“You are so good, Katerina, mi esposa,” he praised her in deep, accented tones. “I have never seen such a beautiful sight. So abandoned, so full of life, and all mine. You have no idea what you do to me, baby.”
“I can't take it Roman,” she sobbed against his shoulder, rocking her hips into his lap while he continued to thrust his fingers in her soaked passage. “Please, you’re killing me… it’s too good…”
He chuckled and trailed burning kisses from behind her ear, down her throat to the edge of her dress. “Come for me one more time and I will take pity on you,” he murmured against her ear.
“I d-don’t know if I can!” she wailed, lifting her hips when he added a third finger and pressed them hard against her g-spot until she screamed and thrashed.
“You can and you will,” he growled and placed a firm hand on her belly before dropping purposefully between her legs and pulling her clit into his mouth. He knew to be gentle with the tender flesh given the hard thrust of his fingers. It took only seconds for her to fly off the edge of another orgasm, much more intense than the last.
“Roman!” she screamed, reaching for his shoulders and digging her nails in. She needed something to ground her while her mind spun off in all directions as pleasure exploded from every pore.
Katie’s body collapsed into the mattress, a boneless pile. She barely felt Roman shift her onto her stomach so he could unzip her dress and tug it off her limp body. He also took her bra and thoroughly soaked panties off. She stayed on her stomach and allowed her eyes to drift shut while Roman stood behind her and finished removing his pants and underwear.
“You tired now, baby?” he asked soothingly, running his big hands from her ass up her back in circular motions.
She moaned when his fingers pressed into the muscles and began to work incredible magic. She nodded slightly. “Mmhmm,” she managed to murmur.
He nudged her legs apart, gently spreading them wide before settling his big body on the mattress between them. She didn't protest when he continued to work on her back, massaging her abused muscles. She didn't even care about the slight ache of his fingers drifting over the marks he’d given her the night before. It turned out he really hadn’t whipped her very hard. Most of the marks were already fading into nothing. Katie turned her head so she could watch him work, enjoying the show of his magnificent pectoral muscles rippling in the dim lighting of the master bedroom. His dark hair and the facial hair he’d forgotten to shave, even on his wedding day, looked incredibly, mouthwateringly masculine on him.
He really was a gorgeous man. Despite the aura of deadly intensity surrounding him, Katie’s heart couldn’t help but skip that extra beat every time she took a good look at him. She still couldn't believe he’d chosen her. That eighteen years ago, this perfect man had staked his claim on a nerdy, gawky-looking teenager and then patiently waited for her to grow up. That even after all the shit she’d thrown at him over the years, he never stopped loving her. It made her want to be worthy of that love. To give them the future they deserved.
She groaned and arched her back a little when he pressed his thumbs into the indents at her lower back. “Ooooh Roman, that’s so good…,” she moaned, wiggling under his hands.
“Fuck, Katie, if you don't lay still I’m not going to be able to finish working out the stiffness. Going to just fuck you raw, mujer,” he growled, digging his fingers deep into her flesh.
She froze, not wanting him to stop. “I’ll be good!” she promised.
He grunted and continued to work on her in silence. Katie relaxed under his skilled hands while he kneaded and pressed the flesh of her back, ass and thighs, gradually working any stiffness out of the muscles until she was a mass of contentment. As she began to drift off under his ministrations, she gradually began to notice a difference in the stroke of his hands. His long fingers began drifting closer and closer to her pussy, slowly stoking the embers of her orgasm.
Katie’s lashes lifted from her cheeks and she glanced down the bed at Roman, watching him work. The muscles of his tattooed arms and shoulders flashed and rippled in the light while he stroked and touched her body, gradually working his way closer and closer to her core. As if testing him, Katie tried to close her legs. She couldn’t. They were trapped wide on either side of his kneeling form.
Her breathing sped up as the long fingers of one of his hands began to dip between her legs. She was so primed from her previous orgasms that she jumped as soon as his fingers touched her labia. He brought his other hand down on her lower back, holding her still while he worked his fingers back inside her. Katie moaned and immediately began writhing, trained to his touch. He used two thick fingers to scoop her pussy juices and move them up to the puckered hole above.
Katie jumped and moaned, grabbing fistfuls of the bedding underneath her, preparing herself for the inevitable. She should have realized as soon as he mentioned taking her ass that he actually meant it. Roman always meant what he said. But she got so caught up in his touch and his mouth that she forgot. She thought he would fuck her pussy and then they would pass out in each other’s arms and he would forget about his dark promise.
Oh god, she was sacred! She had never done that before, not even by herself, and didn’t know what to expect. But she was also exhilarated and excited by the thought of anal sex. She knew it would hurt in a wonderful way, especially at Roman’s hands.
As always, Roman didn't wait for anyone’s permission. He took care of Katie, but he also took what he wanted. Without warning, using the fluid he’d stolen from her pussy, he pressed one long, thick finger slowly and steadily into her ass the same as he had one year earlier. Katie cried out and tried to push back against him, but he held her down, whispering words of love and encouragement as he pushed steadily past the barrier of her anal ring.
“So beautiful, mi amor,” he growled as he pressed his finger into her tight passage. “Never knew how good it would be. Only ever wanted you, baby, nobody else would do once I set eyes on my girl.”
Once he bottomed out, he gave her a chance to just feel the incredible fullness within her body. It was a matter of seconds before the sizzling pleasure took hold, then she was lifting her hips for more. He gave her what she wanted, pulling his finger out and then pushing back in until she was mindlessly pushing her hips up to meet him thrust for thrust. When she was writhing and moaning, he scooped more fluid from her pussy and added another finger. Katie barely noticed the increased pressure as he steadily pushed both fingers into her and then pumped them in and out. She was moaning and begging for more as her body reach toward another orgasm, one that was different from any other she’d known before. It bit deeper than her usual orgasms, called to the masochist in her that loved that sting of pain with her pleasure.
“Roman!” she called blindly to him as she clawed at the bedding.
He yanked her hips back to him and lined his cock up against her pussy, steadily pushing himself deep into her wet, silken body. He went slow, mindful of any residual soreness she might still be feeling, though at this point Katie was more than willing to take whatever Roman would give her for more of his masterful touch. He blew her mind in every way when he set about playing with her body. They fit together in ways she thought only belonged in fairytales.
“I have you, baby,” he growled from behind her, his voice strained but tender. “Just let go and feel.”
Katie closed her eyes and let herself drift, safe in Roman's capable hands. She felt the near impossible fit of his cock glide through her vaginal passage, made even tighter from the bite of his fingers deep in her ass. She knew what would come next. Trusting Roman to take care of her, she just experienced the rhythm of his thrusts and the building orgasm.
Then he was pulling out of her pussy and replacing his fingers with his cock. He pulled her ass cheeks apart with his big hands and pressed her legs further up the bed with his knees. She moaned and arched her ass up to meet him, knowing it would hurt but trusting that Roman would make the pain worth a million hurts, because he knew her body better than even she did.
“Just breathe, mi amor,” he urged and then pushed steadily into her.
Katie cried out and clutched the blankets underneath her, jerking them into her chest. She instinctively tried to drop her hips back into the bed to escape the pain, but he wrapped an arm around her waist and forced her back up into his body. She bit her lip and trembled in his hold as he continued to press steadily forward until he was seated completely within her. Katie was crushed beneath him, forced to bear his weight as he lay still on top of her, waiting for her to adjust to his invasion.
As with the press of his fingers in her ass, after a moment the feeling of his cock began to spark a deep visceral reaction within her. Her breathing changed and she began to wiggle against him, almost imperceptibly encouraging him to continue. A drop of sweat fell from his forehead, landing on the back of her shoulder, indicating the brutal hold he had on himself. Everything within him wanted to fuck his wife’s ass with a savagery that would mark her, remind her who she belonged to. Instead, he waited patiently for her virgin ass to adjust to the feel of his cock before he began moving within her.
“Oh my god!” she yelled when he did start moving his hips over hers in shallow thrusts. Sparks of pleasure shot all through her. Nerve endings she didn't know existed suddenly came to life, throwing cascades of pleasure up and down her ass and all through her body. Unable to stop herself, Katie began pushing back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust until he was pulling out almost completely and slamming back into her.
The orgasm that built within her threatened to eclipse her previous two. She screamed and clawed her way toward it, unaware that Roman had to hold her down so she wouldn’t climb up the bed in an attempt to escape the overwhelming pleasure he was forcing on her. Finally, as he neared his own orgasm and his cock flared wide within her tight passage, he reached underneath her and shoved his long fingers deep into her pussy, pressing them against her g-spot once more. Katie came with an ear-splitting scream. Her vaginal and anal passages clamped down on Roman so hard that he had no choice but to follow his woman over the edge.
“Mierda!” he snarled in her ear, unloading hot semen deep into her ass before collapsing on top of her.
Katie giggled at his bad language. Not very romantic. She yawned widely and allowed herself to begin drifting toward sleep while he rolled off her and set about preparing them for bed. She was pretty sure he used a warm washcloth between her legs, but she was so far gone into sexual exhaustion that she wasn’t betting money on her memories of anything that happened after he fucked her into the next century. Well, he certainly had accomplished his mission of exhausting his new bride to the point of making sure she couldn't run away.