Katie grinned and gulped hers back as well before whooping with joy and hurling herself across the lounger and into his lap. Roman was quick to toss the blade aside before his reckless woman accidentally stabbed herself. He knocked her ridiculous hat off and kissed her thoroughly before demanding, “Now tell me where the fuck that culero lives?”
“I have a map to his place in my room,” she said huskily, kissing along his jaw. She rocked back on his lap with a grin and earned a tortured groan from him.
“It’s a damn good thing that’s exactly where I want to be right now,” he growled and bent down to toss her over his shoulder using one arm. Katie laughed and clung onto him with one hand while gripping her hat with the other. She was glad she’d left her sandals in her room or she was pretty sure they wouldn’t make it.
He reached for the dagger and demanded, “Now point the way to our room. I have apparently paid a lot for our stay here and intend to fuck my wife until she is too weak to leap off high buildings and break into the houses of my enemies.”
Katie giggled and pointed toward a set of condos. “Well, when you put it that way, it sounds like I might have done something wrong, Roman.”
“We can discuss your punishment when we get to the room.”
“Roman,” she warned, her voice taking on a pleading note as she remembered the whipping.
“Katerina, mujer,” he returned, his own voice unsympathetic as he strode in the direction she’d indicated. “Do not even pretend you don't love what I do to you.”
She dug the key card out of her bikini top and handed it to him when they arrived at the room. She thought he would immediately demand the map, but instead he kicked the door closed, locked it and tossed her on the bed. She landed with a gasp and a bounce. He looked like some kind of crazy Mexican villain, straight out of the movies, standing over her with a wicked looking dagger. The breath caught in her throat and she instinctively tried to back away from him up the bed as he stepped slowly toward her, his expression dark and hungry.
Though he seemed to understand that their marriage had to be a partnership if it was going to work, it didn't mean he wasn't going to punish her for running away from him. Again. And probably a little for jumping off the hacienda roof. And damn, she really hoped he didn’t find out she actually met Domingo Ramirez, because she suspected he wouldn’t enjoy that little tidbit.
Her breath came out in a panicked rush when he pressed his knee into the mattress and began stalking her across the bed. Her back hit the wall of pillows. She had nowhere to go and her dark predator of a husband was closing in on her with that frighteningly unreadable expression in his eyes. He gripped her ankle in one large hand and yanked her back down the bed. Katie cried out in protest until she was lying completely prone underneath him.
She stared up at Roman, her breasts heaving in excitement and fear. She pressed her hands flat against the mattress at her sides and waited for his next move. Roman was never predictable, but the one thing she could count on was a wild ride.
“You’re going to want to stay very still, baby,” he said, his voice deep and amused as he straddled her hips. He slid the flat of the blade up her arm until it was under her bikini strap. “I don't know how often Ramirez sharpened the blade.”
“I don't know either,” she whispered as he slid the knife through the fabric with ease, “but I had it sharpened for you in Cancun. It wouldn’t have made much of a statement if it hadn’t stuck in the table when we were talking.”
He chuckled and continued to cut away at her clothes, careful to keep the blade away from her skin. Knowing how much she enjoyed the feel of metal against her flesh, he did run the dull side over her breasts and nipples once he bared them. She arched into the sensation and moaned for him, loving the feel of his cock hard against her belly.
“Do you regret getting it sharpened for me, now that I have you under my hands? Are you worried I might cut you?” he growled, working his way down her body. He slid down her long, athletic legs so he could slice through the sides of her bikini bottoms. She moaned, knowing the crotch was soaked through already.
“Never. You would never hurt me, esposo,” she breathed, arching her back so he could tug the bottoms away from her. She blushed when they stuck a little to her pussy and he had to give them an extra tug to peel them away from her dripping wetness.
“You know me better than anyone, my beautiful wife,” he growled flipping the knife off the side of the bed. He reached for her legs and hauled them over his arms, dragging her core closer. “Now you will pay for denying me what is mine for these past several days. I am a starving man, Katerina.”
She shrieked and arched her back as he swooped down to claim her pussy with his mouth. She’d been expecting the intimate kiss, knowing how much he loved to taste her, but she hadn’t imagined the intensity, the frantic need he would have for her. No matter how much she begged or pleaded, he continued to eat her like a man dying of starvation. When she tried to push his head away so she could gain a reprieve, he captured her wrists in one hand and held them tight against her belly.
“Roman, it’s too much,” she squealed, squirming in his too tight hold, knowing there would probably be bruises on her wrists.
“Should have thought of that before you jumped off a roof,” he growled against her slippery flesh before pushing his broad shoulder further into her thigh so he could free the hand that was holding her leg high. He plunged two fingers deep into her slick passage and began massaging her g-spot with short, brutal strokes.
Katie’s screams grew louder until she was sure everyone in the resort would think someone was getting murdered in her room. Her hips rocked against him, meeting him thrust for thrust despite her cries for mercy until her world exploded in a psychedelic rainbow of colour. Her neck arched back as she rode the waves of pleasure while he lapped up the juices that flowed from her overheated cunt.
Instead of leaving her to bask in the happy afterglow of her orgasm, Roman continued to drive her toward another unwanted peak. It took Katie a moment to realize what he was doing when her overstimulated body refused to come down from its perfect high. She woke up to the fact that he was still wedged between her thighs, his tongue stroking her with purpose, his fingers pressing even deeper into her snug channel.
“Roman, oh my god… Roman… too much… hurts so good…” she garbled as he coaxed her body higher and higher while she thrashed under his skilled hands. He completely ignored all of her pleas as she begged him to give her a break.
“I won’t make it! Can’t… can’t come again!” she shrieked.
“You can and you will,” he growled pressing his fingers so hard against her g-spot that she saw stars. He swooped back down and, instead of licking her, he bit down on her sensitive clitoris, taking it into his mouth and using his teeth against the flesh, claiming it.
Katie screamed, falling apart in his arms again as another orgasm, more intense than the last, crashed over her. This time the waves were black velvet instead of colourful. She barely held on to consciousness as she felt Roman set her back down on the mattress. Through the rushing sound of her own orgasm and the crash of waves against the beach, she heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper dropping.
She managed to open her eyes in time to see him lean over her limp body. His lips hovered over hers. She turned her face to his and saw an expression in his eyes that she’d never seen before. It looked like… peace. She smiled up at him. She’d given him that by giving him herself. She reached for him, wrapping her arms as far as she could around his broad shoulders. He accommodated her by dropping his big body onto hers until every part of them were touching. He was still wearing all of his clothes, too impatient to undress.
With one thrust he was inside her, filling her up completely. Katie gasped as pleasure and the incredible sensation of being completely full sparked throughout her. She lifted her knees along his denim-clad thighs and clasped him close to her. He pulled her up into the heat of his body, hugging her to him, and began rocking his hips into the cradle of her thighs. After the intense explosion of the orgasms he’d forced on her, this sweet tenderness was in complete opposition to his usual style of lovemaking. But Katie sensed he needed to just hold her now.
She pressed her face against his neck and breathed in his scent, loving the male smell of him. Like sun, sweat and man. He was all hers and now she was all his. Forever. He reached underneath her, took a handful of her hair and tugged her head sharply until her throat was bared to him. He bit down on the exposed column, marking her. She moaned at the exquisite pain and rocked her hips into his. He began thrusting faster and harder until she felt him flare thicker within her, filling her completely with his cock. Her heart swelled and she clung to him while he filled her with hot jets of semen.
Roman was careful to collapse slightly to the side of Katie so he wouldn’t crush her completely. She still struggled a little since he was so much bigger than her and his broad shoulders were pressing against most of her upper body, with his legs and hips pushing against hers. She wasn’t going to say a word though. The discomfort was so worth having Roman with her again.
He must have realized anyway, because he shifted onto his side, pulling her over with him. His eyes traced her features as though he couldn't believe he finally had her and she was willing to be his forever. He hooked his fingers around hers and brought her hand up to kiss the back.
“I’m sorry, mi amor, for all the years of pain I have caused,” he said quietly. “I chased you for selfish reasons without understanding how strong you were.”
Tears glittered in her eyes and she shook her head. “No, you watched over me and you chased me because you never stopped loving me. I think I would have found a way to kill myself years ago if you hadn’t been around to love me. You saved me, Roman. Never be sorry for that.”
His entire body tensed at her words and she wondered if she’d made a mistake in disclosing how close she’d come on multiple occasions to just jumping and ending it all. Roman was the only thing holding her back. Thinking about him had kept her from taking that final leap. Finally, he relaxed and nodded. He saw her strength and knew that she was no longer in danger.
“Te amo, Katerina,” Roman murmured. He pulled his fingers from hers and brushed the hair off her face. “I couldn’t love another person more than you. When it is your time it will be mine also, because I refuse to live on this Earth without you.”
She looked steadily back at him, tears escaping from her lashes to drip over her cheeks. She pressed her hand against his heart before moving it to cover the tattoo of her name. She leaned over to press her lips against his, knowing nothing she could say would come close to what her wonderful, possessive husband had just declared. So, she sealed his words with a kiss.