Chapter 13

Ava

I'm trying really hard not to cry right now, but it's impossible. Knowing that after tonight, I won't get to see Roman, to be with him, to feel this touch, his kisses, his warmth... it crushes me.

How can someone fall in love in a week? I'm not sure, but I'm starting to believe with my whole heart that I'm so in love with this man that I won't be able to move on. And that's making it so much harder to end things.

I want to talk to Tasha so bad, to tell her how much her dad means to me. But if I do and she doesn't react well, like back at the restaurant, I'd lose her and cause a rift between her and her father. I would hate myself. I can't do it.

"Don't cry, Princess." Roman's devastated face just makes me cry harder. He wraps me up in his strong arms, holding me close to his body. I wish I could stay like this forever. Burying my face into his chest, I inhale his musky cologne. He smells so good, so calming.

When I'm with Roman, I feel safe. I feel loved, wanted, and so damn beautiful. This man has ruined me in all the best ways. No other man will ever compare. And I don't want them to. I'm not even going to entertain the idea of being with another man.

"Come here." He grabs my arms and wraps them around his shoulders before sliding his hands under my thighs. He lifts me up, and I cling to him, trying to mold my body to his as he carries me through the apartment and into my room.

He sits at the edge of the bed and just holds me. Eventually, my crying stops, and my breathing evens out.

Then it's just the sound of our hearts beating in sync while his hand rubs up and down my back.

"I got you, baby," he murmurs, kissing the top of my head. "Everything is going to be okay."

He's wrong. Nothing is okay.

But if all I have with him is tonight, I'm not going to let it go to waste.

I pull back enough to look him in the eyes. He's so damn handsome it hurts.

"What's going on inside that brilliant mind of yours, Princess?" Roman's low, husky voice sends a shiver down my spine, and my breath hitches as he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. "What are you thinking about?"

"How much I love you." My voice cracks as I whisper those words. His eyes widen, nostrils flaring like a beast waiting to pounce. "And how much I want to take my mind off everything and just be with you in this moment."

With both hands, I run my fingers through his hair, dragging my nails along his scalp. His response is a primal groan, his hands tightening on my hips, pushing me down onto his growing thickness as his eyes close in pleasure.

"Let me be the one to worship you," I whisper, softly brushing my lips across his.

"You can do anything you want with me, Princess. My body, heart, and soul are yours. Only yours."

His words make my heart swell and then crack. How I wish that could be true.

My fingers tangle in fistfuls of hair, making him groan before bringing my lips back to his.

I kiss him softly, our lips moving together slowly. My body hums, and I need more. Our lips part, and I whimper when my tongue slides in and over his. Roman groans as we explore each other's mouths.

His taste is addicting. I can't seem to get enough. The kiss grows more intense, igniting my soul, feeling as if his is fusing to mine. I pay no mind to the tears that start to flow, mixing with our kisses.

My belly cramps with the need quickly growing inside me. I start to grind against his stiff cock, earning a sexy rumble from his chest. But he doesn't try to take control, letting me do all the work.

Breaking the kiss, we take in a few shuddering breaths. His eyes are glassy with lust, lips swollen and wet from our kisses, with mine no doubt matching his.

He licks his lips but says nothing as I start to unbutton his dress shirt. With every one I pop open, his chest rises and falls quickly. The air tenses around us as I take my time, loving how much my touch affects him.

When the last one is undone, I take a moment to admire his body, running my hands over his sculpted chest and tattoos. He groans, his whole body shuddering. Biting my lip, I smile. "You're perfect," he says, breaking the silence as I put my hands on his chest and push, forcing him to lay back on the bed.

"I could say the same about you," I counter, crawling off his lap. He props himself back on his arms, watching me as I grab at his belt.

His breathing quickens as I take it off and then undo his pants. His cock is pressed tightly against his zipper, begging to be released.

Gripping the waistband of his pants, I pull them down ever so slowly, causing him to groan and bite his lip. "You are killing me, Princess," he rasps.

I pull them down over his hips, and his cock springs free, slapping his belly. My mouth waters as the dim light of my room makes his cock piercing shine.

Once I get his pants off and tossed to the side, I take a second to let my gaze eat up his sinfully sexy body.

"Ava, baby, if you keep looking at me like that, I'm not going to last when you finally touch me," he growls. I laugh, loving how impatient he is.

"Be a good daddy, and I'll make you feel so good," I purr, running my hands up his thick, muscular thighs.

"Fucking hell," he groans, closing his eyes and letting himself fall backward onto the bed.

"Open your eyes, Roman," I whisper.

His eyes snap open just in time to watch me rid myself of my clothes. I take my time with this, too, my heart pounding in my chest with every passing second. My core aches, desperate to be filled by him. The way he looks at me ignites the fire within.

When I toss my panties to the side, they're soaked. I'm always so needy for him.

"Fucking gorgeous," he breathes, his eyes wide with awe and arousal.

My cheeks flush, feeling more exposed to him than I've ever been. Unable to handle his intense stare, I crawl over his body and past his head before turning myself around. My knees lie on each side of his face as I straddle his head reverse-cowgirl style.

"Fucking hell," he growls, gripping my ass cheeks. "Look at this pretty pussy. So fucking wet for me, aren't you, Princess?"

"Yes," I breathe, wrapping my hand around his cock. "And you're dripping for me." I lick up the puddle of precum that leaks out, then lick what's left off his tip.

"Shit," he pants out. "Of course I am. You're fucking stunning, Princess. So perfect. So mine."

I ignore the pang in my chest and lick up the shaft of his cock, then spit on the tip. I use it as lube, rubbing it along his length before sliding it into my mouth. He lets out a long, pained groan that spurs me on.

Tightening my grip on his cock, I suck hard and use both my mouth and hand to pleasure him. I manage to get a few bobs in before he's shoving his face into my pussy.

I cry out around his length as he starts to feast on me. He licks my folds, cleaning up my current mess, before he starts fucking me with his tongue.

It's hard to concentrate when his mouth feels so damn fucking good. I moan and whimper as I do my best to suck him.

He doesn't seem to mind, his cock twitching in my hold every time I make a sound.

Roman eats me out like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted, and he can't get enough. We work each other over until I'm a shaking mess, unable to hold back anymore.

The burning in my belly explodes, and I cum with a cry around his cock. My pussy spasms, body shaking as my orgasm takes hold. He continues to lick and suck at my core.

There's no notice from him, only a loud groan against my cunt as his cock erupts in my mouth. He fills me with rope after rope of his cum. I do my best to swallow it all, but my mind is a haze of pleasure.

Some drips down my chin as I pull back, gasping for air.

"Damn it, Princess," he groans, kissing me on the clit. I jolt from the sensation as I place my forehead against his thigh, giving myself a moment to catch my breath. "You're going to be the death of me. But what a fucking way to go."

I laugh, rolling off him. Tuning to face him, he sits up and gives me a sexy grin. Reaching out, he brushes his thumb against the corner of my mouth. "Missed some," he chuckles before pushing his thumb between my lips.

Eyes locked on his, I suck the digit, swirling my tongue around it, getting every last taste of him that I can.

"Ava," he says my name like it's a prayer. Emotion stings the back of my eyes, and I release his thumb with a pop, licking my lips and looking away.

"I'm going to go shower," I tell him, climbing off the bed. I reach the door and look over my shoulder. "You coming?"

His face lights up, and he's off the bed in a flash. I squeal with delight as he scoops me up, tossing me over his shoulder. "Of course, I'm coming," he growls, slapping my ass.

Roman tastes me again in the shower, filling the time until he's able to go again. I scream his name as the hot water beats down on us, cumming all over his face.

He gets to his feet and kisses me like I'm precious.

I try not to cry as he wraps the towel around me before pulling me into his arms and kissing the top of my head. "I love you," he murmurs, and I choke back tears.

I want to say it back, but the first time was hard enough. Knowing how this is going to end, I can't say it back. I just can't. Even though I do love him. So fucking much it hurts.

He dries my hair, watching me in the mirror. He handles me with such care, and I both love it and hate it.

When we're done, we head back to my room. It still smells like sex in there, but we don't bother changing the sheets before falling back into bed, picking up where we left off.

I ride him, slow and deep. The way he looks at me, like I'm his whole world... it's messing up my insides.

I wish he would stop looking at me like that. I wish he would close his eyes. But he doesn't. His gaze bores into mine, and I don't have the power to look away as the tears spill down my cheeks. I feel our souls fusing together and think maybe, just maybe, we could find a way to be together.

Could I survive losing him? Yes, but it would take a long time before I'd be whole again. But the thing is... I don't want to lose him. I want him. I fucking need him.

So I continue rocking my hips, his cock hitting me in the perfect spot over and over again until I'm coming apart for him. My whole body shudders as I cry out his name, my pussy clamping around his cock, demanding his release over and over again.

He doesn't cum just yet, fucking me through my climax until I'm a limp mess on top of him. Then he flips us, grabbing my leg and wrapping it around his waist.

"Fuck," he grunts, pounding into me. "So fucking perfect. God, Princess. This will never be enough. I need more. Always more," he groans as his cock slides in and out of me, stretching me deliciously.

"Fuck, Ava. I'm close. Fuck, baby, cum with me. One more."

"I can't," I whimper, the fire in my core listening to his demand. But I'm too tired, my body sore from cumming so many times already.

"Yes, you can, Princess. You can take it. You're such a good fucking girl. Now, cum for me, Ava."

He presses down on my clit, and I gasp for air as I cum again. This one is smaller but still feels oh-so-good.

"That's it. Such a good girl, taking my cock so well and cumming for me so perfectly. I'm gonna fill this pussy up. And whose pussy is this, Ava?"

"Yours," I whisper, heart breaking for the millionth time tonight. I'm his, even if we're not together. I can't see it any other way.

"That's right, this is mine. My fucking pussy," he growls. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he groans. "I love you. Fucking hell, I love you," he chants over and over as he finds his release, emptying himself deep inside me. He fills me with his cum until it's dripping down my ass and onto the bed.

Roman collapses on me and pulls me into his arms. We're both a mess, trying to catch our breaths while we come down from our high. "I know I have to leave..." he trails off softly. I listen to his heart still beating fast, my head on his chest, ear pressed over the spot. The sound is slowly lulling me to sleep. "But I need to hold you for just a little while longer, okay?"

"Okay," I murmur, eyes growing heavy. "Stay with me. Just a little while longer."

***

"Hey, Ava! Are you awake? Girl, you have no idea what kind of night I had. I need to tell you all about it before I have to go meet my dad for breakfast before he heads back home."

My brain is struggling to figure out if I'm hearing voices in my dream or if this is real life.

"Bitch, I'm coming in. I got coffee from your favorite place down the street, so you can't hate me for waking you up."

It takes me far too long to realize that the voice I'm hearing is Tasha's, and it's very much happening in real life.

"What the fuck!" her high-pitched scream pierces the room. I jolt up in a panic at the same time Roman does. My eyes go wide, locking on Tasha's horrified face. The coffees in each of her hands go crashing to the ground as her hands fly to her mouth.

Fuck. No. No, no, no! This can't be happening. A wave of nausea hits me, and I feel like I'm going to puke.

I'm about to lose everything, and all I can do is stare in shock at my best friend finding me naked in bed with her dad.