Chapter 11 - Gwen

The elevator doors close, and the second they do, I’m on him. My hands slide up his chest, fingers tangling in his shirt as I pull him down for a kiss. Roman responds immediately, his lips hard and demanding against mine, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me. My whole body is on fire, my heart pounding in my chest, my nerves alight with anticipation. I know exactly where this is headed, and I don’t care. I want him— need him —more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

I’m hyper-aware that I’m about to lose my virginity to the man who forced me into marriage, taught me how to shoot a gun, and now has me so turned on that I can hardly think straight. And yet, all I feel is a wild, desperate need .

I press myself closer to him, and our bodies flush as his hands roam over me, exploring every inch. My skin burns everywhere he touches, and my breath hitches when his mouth moves to my neck, kissing, sucking, driving me insane. I clutch onto him, dizzy with desire, my head spinning as he backs me against the wall of the elevator, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me even closer.

The ding of the elevator jolts us slightly, but it doesn’t stop him. He grabs my hand, pulling me out and down the hallway, not bothering to hide his need. The tension between us is electric, the air thick with anticipation. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this alive. My heart races faster with each step, the heat pooling between my thighs growing unbearable.

We make it to his room, and before I can even catch my breath, Roman has me against the door, his mouth on mine again, this time slower, deeper, more deliberate. His hands slide under my shirt, and I shiver at the feel of his fingers on my bare skin. Every nerve in my body is screaming for him.

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and filled with hunger. “You sure about this?” he asks, his voice low and rough.

I don’t hesitate. “Yes,” I whisper, breathless.

With that, he lifts me, carrying me to the bed, laying me down like I’m something precious. I barely have time to process it before his hands are on me again, peeling off my clothes with expert precision. He’s in control, and it’s driving me wild.

His lips trail down my neck, across my collarbone, and then lower, making me shiver as he takes his time exploring my body. His hands follow, strong and sure, and I feel like I’m going to explode. Then his mouth finds my nipple, and I arch off the bed, a gasp escaping my lips.

“Roman,” I moan, unable to hold back as his tongue draws circles around the hard bud. I’ve never felt anything like this, and I know it’s only going to get better.

He pauses, his breath hot against my skin. “You’ve done this before, right?” he asks, his voice filled with amusement.

I freeze. I never expected him to ask that. My heart skips a beat as I realize what’s about to come out of my mouth. “I... I haven’t,” I blurt out, my face heating in embarrassment. “I’ve never done this.”

He pulls back, eyes wide with surprise and something else I can’t quite place. “Never?”

I shake my head, biting my lip, my face burning. “Isn’t this supposed to be the only thing people do in college?” He adds. I can’t help but roll my eyes, trying to deflect the embarrassment.

A slow grin spreads across his face. “And here I thought I’d have to keep up with some wild college party girl.”

I glare at him. “Not everyone in college is just hooking up, Roman. Some of us actually study.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he leans down to kiss me again, softer this time. “I’m not complaining, Gwen. Trust me, I’m ecstatic.” His voice is low, filled with something I can’t quite place, and it sends a shiver down my spine. “I’ll make sure it’s good for you. I promise, Moya Lyubov .”

Before I can say anything else, his mouth is on my nipple again, and all coherent thought flies out the window. His hands are everywhere, his fingers playing and squeezing the other nipple. I squirm with pleasure and continue to let out tiny, breathy moans.

Roman pulls away from my breasts to plant wet kisses down my stomach slowly while his hands hook my leggings and pull them down with my underwear. He kisses me closer and closer in between my legs, down my stomach, and moves to plant more kisses down my thighs. He hovers over my middle, then moves to plant kisses on the opposite side.

I groan in annoyance. “Roman,” I whine. “Come on.”

He plants one more kiss on my skin, then drags his tongue to the middle of my thigh until he’s dangerously close to my middle. He nears it, then lifts his chin.

“Where are your manners?” He says in that deep, sexy Russian accent. His voice rolls over me like a velvety caress, and, in combination with his hot breath grazing my clit, it makes me shiver with desperation.

“Fuck you,” I can’t help but respond, my challenging nature coming to light. But I quickly regret it as he raises his head. “No—No, okay, please.”

Roman smirks, that sexy, devilish smirk I’m not sure if I love or hate more. “Come on,” he purrs, tilting his head. “You can do better than that.”

His words make me melt, and I hate him for it. “Please, Roman,” I say, my words coming out in a growl. I feel pathetic, and I know that’s exactly what he wants.

He says nothing, only stares at me. Desperation takes over completely, and I quickly get irritated.

“Fuck, Roman, come on ,” I whine. “Please. Please , please, Roman, can you please— fuck !” I can barely finish my sentence as his tongue connects with my clitoris, and immediately, I squirm with pleasure. He doesn’t take his time. He’s hungry, and he immediately begins to suck on my sensitive bud of nerves, hard, licking back and forth as he does so.

I feel like I’m in heaven. The feeling is unlike anything I have ever felt, and I’m convinced this must be an otherworldy experience. His tongue dances across my clit, back and forth, in circles, and every single time it connects, I feel myself getting closer, fast.

“Oh my god!” I cry out as I unexpectedly feel him slip a finger inside of me. It brushes against my G-spot, and I arch my back towards him in response before he curls it so that the pressure is fully up against my most sensitive part. Unlike his tongue, he starts slowly with his finger, bringing it all the way out and then slowly showing it back in. It goes on for a couple of seconds before he adds another finger.

“Oh, fuck ,” I sputter. I’m crying out loudly as he quickly increases the pace of both his tongue and fingers, rapidly drawing circles around my clit with his tongue and pushing in and out of me with his fingers, fast. I’m dangerously close already, the pleasure too intense for my body to bear. I try to say a few words, but I’m experiencing such insane euphoria that it comes out as pure gibberish. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Roman,” I say.

My words make Roman increase his pace. His lips clamp over my clit and suck hard while his tongue furiously laps at the center. His fingers are pumping in and out of me so rapidly, the tips of them pushing against my G-spot over and over. I squirm as he brings me to the edge, his rapid pace unyielding.

My body is on fire, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I feel the pressure building until I finally can’t take it anymore. My world shatters, and I cry out his name as the pleasure crashes over me in waves, leaving me breathless and trembling beneath him.

But it doesn’t make him stop.

I’m crying out in pure agony as he keeps going, overstimulating me and causing my body to shake violently. My fingers clench his hair hard, and I fear I’m close to ripping strands out. I feel like I’m going to die, and right before my legs are about to involuntarily kick him away, he finally pulls away, wasting no time to collide his lips against mine once more.

“You taste amazing,” he rumbles as he parts his lips from mine. I push mine against his once again, and I pull his shirt over his head as he climbs over me. He pulls away to fumble with his pants, removing his belt with one hand and making quick work of pulling his pants down and tossing them to the side.

I barely have time to recover before he’s there, positioning himself over me. My eyes are immediately drawn to his cock, and my eyes widen at the sight. He’s huge, so much so that fear rapidly washes over me, and I wonder if he’d even manage to fit inside of me.

“Gwen,” Roman says. Our eyes meet, and I see concern in his own. “Are you sure about this?”

Breathless, I only nod in response, my eyebrows twisted upwards in a pleading way.

Roman’s gaze remains locked on mine as he pushes inside, tip first, slow and careful. I immediately gasp out loud as he slowly pushes the rest of his length into me. The sensation is overwhelming—an intense mix of pain and pleasure—and I grip his shoulders, gasping as he fills me completely.

“Gwen,” he groans, his voice strained, as he starts to move, slow and deep, and it’s everything. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

His cock overfills me. It’s a painful sensation at first as he struggles to fit inside of me, but as he moves slowly and carefully so as not to break me, it begins to transform into something transcendental.

It’s perfect.

Roman slowly picks up the pace, his careful strides quickly shifting into something hungrier, more rabid, until soon enough, he’s pounding into me so hard that the bed shakes beneath us. My ass ripples every single time his crotch makes contact with it, the sound of his slapping against my middle in synchrony with both of our breaths and moans.

“You’re so beautiful,” Roman purrs, leaning over so our chests almost touch. One of his hands rests on the headboard, while the other wraps around my waist and pulls me closer to him, deeper into him. “My wife. Mine .”

His words alone almost bring me closer than his powerful, deep thrusts. “I wonder why you aren’t whimpering my name?” He adds in a teasing voice, matching with the devilish smirk on his face. I try to speak and obey, but all that comes out is incomprehensible whimpers. I quickly realized, by the way, the look shifted in his eyes, that that was what he really wanted instead of an answer.

“R-Roman…” I moan, tears welling in my eyes. The pleasure is indescribable. It’s pure nirvana. I can already feel another build-up coming; I feel this one will be far more intense than the last. My breathing is labored, exhausted. Meanwhile, Roman only seems to be railing into me faster with every single passing second.

His breathing started to hasten as his gasps became louder. “Cum for me, beautiful,” he says, and my body immediately reacts.

“ Oh my god! ” I cry out loudly as I orgasm, ten times harder than before, my stomach heaving up and down with my release. Roman grunts loudly in response. I feel his cock twitch inside of me, followed by a warm sensation as he lets out a breathy groan, his larger body fully relaxing into mine as we both reach our climax.

We both remain there for a second, our breathing labored and our sweat-slick bodies pressed together as if we were glued. Our eyes lock, and I’m desperate to know what he’s thinking.

“How was I?” I ask, nervousness blushing my cheeks as I’m the first to break the silence.

At my words, Roman huffs a tiny, breathy laugh. “Perfect, Moya Lyubov ,” he says, leaning down to press his lips against mine in a soft, tender kiss. He pulls away, then finally pulls out of me slowly and carefully, and I wince in a mixture of pleasure and pain as his entire length leaves me. “I’ll clean you up,” he says, and I watch as he walks away from the bed and into the large bathroom. Seconds later, he returns with a fluffy white towel. He sits on the edge of the bed, grabbing my ankles and gently pulling me towards him.

A warm feeling fills my chest as he begins to gently dab at my skin, carefully wiping both of our juices from my inner thighs, then moving to carefully dab away the wetness coating my pussy. When he’s done, he quickly wipes himself down, then tosses the towel onto the chair in the corner.

“Come,” Roman says, reaching out a hand for me to grab. “Let’s take a shower.”

Immediately, nervousness seizes my core, but I don’t hesitate to put my hand in his as if I’m under a spell.

Later, we’re still tangled up in the sheets, our bodies pressed together, his hand absentmindedly stroking my back as we lie in the afterglow. The room is quiet, save for the sound of our breathing. I feel... content and more at peace than I ever thought possible with him.

I glance up at Roman, the memory of that first night we met flashing through my mind. “That night... the first time I saw you,” I begin softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “We wanted a wild night out, you know? Fake IDs, sneaking into the casino, gambling. We just wanted to let loose and have fun.”

Roman’s brow furrows as he looks down at me, his fingers still tracing lazy patterns on my skin. “That was the plan?” he asks, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

I nod, my heart aching a little at the memory. “Yeah... but everything went wrong.”

A flicker of guilt crosses his face, but then he surprises me by saying, “I can make that happen for you.”

I look at him, confused. “What?”

He shifts, propping himself up on one elbow, looking down at me with his intense gaze. “Let me handle the details. I’ll make sure you get that night. The way it should’ve been.”

Something in his voice reassures me, but I still shake my head. “It wouldn’t be the same now.”

He leans down, brushing his lips against my forehead. “Let me try.”

I don’t know why, but I trust him. For the first time, I feel like he’s really seeing me and not just as a part of the deal we made. I nod, smiling softly.

Soon after, we drift off to sleep, curled up into each other, wrapped in the warmth of a moment I never expected to have.