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Eternal Flame (Eternal Flame #1)

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by Sofia Giselle


  His uncontrollable desire for her had turned her on immensely. He made her feel like she was the sexiest, most beautiful and desirable woman in the world. Each time he’d made love to her he couldn’t keep his eyes, his hands or mouth off of her. He had lived up to her fantasies and then some.

  Smiling bashfully at her reflection, Kristen shut off the light and went back into the bedroom, leaving the French doors open. It suddenly dawned on her that she hadn’t called Joy to tell her where she was and let her know she was okay. She needed to call in case she was worried.

  Kristen felt her way through the dark halls back to the living-room. The layout of his home was already memorized in her mind. She remembered Roman had thrown her purse on the table by the front door, along with his keys. Reaching the front entry, she found her purse and went into the kitchen, turning on the light above the stove. She pulled her phone out of her purse and wasn’t surprised to find it was dead. She located an outlet, plugged up her phone, waited a few seconds, and then turned it on. She had four messages. There was a message from her mom, who had called to make sure she was having a good time. Her mother hadn’t bothered her much while she’d been away and she was thankful for that. Her mother had never been overly protective of her, especially because she’d been a good student, made good grades, and had graduated with honors. She figured the Boston trip was the perfect reward for her daughter.

  Kristen’s dad had also called. His message was very different from her mother’s. Her mother looked at her like an adult whereas her dad still saw her as his little girl. He said he hadn’t been able to reach her and just wanted to make sure she was okay. He said he’d called Joy and she’d said she didn’t know where Kristen was. He begged Kristen to call him as soon as she got the message. She didn’t call him but she texted him and told him her phone had been dead when he’d called and she’d called him later. She left out the part about staying the night with a celebrity she’d loved for years but barely knew. That would kill her father.

  She smiled, thinking of him. She was a Daddy’s girl. She knew he wouldn’t be pleased about what she’d done. He was convinced she would stay a virgin for life. They had a very open relationship and could talk about anything but no way in hell was Kristen ever mentioning this.

  Her father had a genuine disdain and distrust of celebrities and hadn’t liked her going on the Boston trip. He knew how she felt about the Next Level and Roman especially, and he was worried about some no good rock n roller taken advantage of his baby girl. He was convinced all of them were promiscuous dogs. She didn’t know about the rest of them but Roman and Diego were anything but. She bit her lip and woefully sighed when she saw Diego had also called and left a message. She held her breath as she played the message. He said he just wanted to make sure she was okay. She decided to let things be and call him the next morning. Her heart hurt at the thought that he still had feelings for her and she had crossed the point of no return with Roman, leaving out any further chances of Diego pursuing her.

  She was worried about how he might take the news if she and Roman decided to take their relationship further and go public, especially after she’d called him to pick her up and complained about Roman the whole time. She didn’t want him to think she’d used him, even if that had been the case. It made her feel anxious to think about it so she made herself stop.

  Joy had texted her, wondering she was. She shot a quick text back and let her know she was at Roman’s and would call her the next morning. She knew Joy would have a barrage of questions and she would have to mentally get right before calling her. Joy was not going to believe the crazy, wild, passionate night she’d had.

  She looked out the window in the kitchen for a few minutes; then shut off the light and made her way back to Roman’s bedroom. She carefully climbed in beside him. She pulled the covers up to her breasts, turned on her side, and snuggled against the pillow, looking at him. She couldn’t stop looking at him. Her obsession with him was now more intense than ever.

  Her mind drifted back to earlier that night, the first time he’d entered her. They never made it to the bedroom. After orally pleasing her for what felt like hours, Roman had leaned up and wildly kissed her, giving her a surprising thrill of the sweet taste of her flesh on his mouth. He’d pulled away and looked at her, his eyes anxious.

  “I don’t have anything here,” he’d said almost shyly. “It’s been a while.”

  Kristen had known he was talking about condoms and was more than relieved it had been a while for him. She trembled beneath him and focused her eyes on his. “I’m on the pill.”

  His eyes held questions and reservations as he stared down at her.

  “I trust you,” she quietly told him, running her fingers over his chiseled jaw line. “Make love to me Roman.”

  Saying those words elicited a sharp intake of breath from him. He immediately stood to his feet and removed his shoes and socks; followed quickly by his boxer-briefs. He lowered his body to hers. He moved so fast she didn’t get to take a peek of the dick she’d become acquainted with earlier and it disappointed her. He braced one hand beside her head and used the other to carefully guide himself inside of her. Their eyes held one another as he pushed, stretching her, branding her; making her his. Kristen’s eyes widened slightly and she softly cried out at the piercing nudge of his dick inside of her. The pain was overwhelming. She began whimpering softly. He stopped suddenly and looked at her, his eyes wide and filled with hesitation. Instinctively, she knew he knew. Afraid he wouldn’t continue, Kristen lifted her lips to his and softly kissed him, answering the question he couldn’t verbalize. Still unsure, he held back for a moment; then his body slowly relaxed. He opened her wider to him and entered her completely with one hard push.

  Kristen threw her arms around his back and dug her nails in. Roman caressed her ass, her stomach, the inside of her thigh, her breasts and her face with his free hand before putting it beside her head. He braced himself on both hands and sensuously grinded against her, gritting his teeth in pleasure. He kissed her. His moves were slow and steady then fast and hard. Kristen threw her legs around him and dug her heels in his sweaty hips. Flesh slapped against flesh as he rocked his body against hers. Little was said between them, only the sounds of lingering sighs, heavy grunts, and whimpering cries of pleasure. The thrill of him inside of her became an instant addiction. Time seemed to stand still. When it was over, Kristen screamed her release and he followed shortly thereafter with his own strangled cry.

  He collapsed on top of her and lay there for a while, struggling to catch his breath. A few minutes later, he stood up, pulled her up with him and went to the central part of the couch. He grabbed a covet that was thrown over it and lay down on the couch, lying her in front of him. He threw the covet over their sweaty bodies and put his arm around her, nuzzling her ear. They were quiet as they watched the rain barrel down on the balcony. Kristen soon dozed off.

  She didn’t know how long she’d slept before Roman was waking her and asking if she wanted anything from the kitchen. She told him she didn’t. He told her he was getting some water and would be right back. She leaned over the couch and greedily watched as his naked ass walked into the kitchen, his dick swinging between his legs. She licked her lips. She wanted to taste it so bad.

  Desire was soon replaced with deep-rooted anxiety. She wanted to know what he was thinking. Did he regret it? Did he want her to leave? Would he still talk to her in the morning? Would he make love to her again? She was craving it something terrible and couldn’t wait for round two. She was eager to feel him inside of her again. Would he let her stay overnight? She didn’t regret anything and she hoped he didn’t.

  The questions she had about him were soon answered. At least the one about whether or not he wanted her again. Soon as he emerged from the kitchen, their eyes locked and there was no doubt in her mind he wanted more of her.

  She didn’t know how they ever made it to his master bedroom. When he’d left the kitchen, he st
alked over to her, easily pulled her off of the couch into his arms, and tightly held her, kissing her amorously. Next thing she knew, they were in the nearest guest room, and he was filling her up with his nine inches of delight. But not before his head dipped between the valley of her legs and he granted himself another taste of her. This orgasm had pulled tears out of her eyes. The first time had been a little rough but very thrilling and the second time didn’t disappoint. Adrenaline pumped through Kristen at the speed of light as Roman took control of their lovemaking and made her his once again. The headboard was banging against the wall, the bed was squeaking, and the sheets were pulled free of the perfectly made up bed. Afterwards they lay in silence again, staring out the large, picturesque window at the rain, his arms around her once more as he held her from the back. She soon dozed off again.

  She later awoke to find herself in his master bedroom, spread out on the bed as he endlessly sucked on her breasts and feasted on her sweet pussy. She didn’t know how she’d gotten there and she didn’t care. She was ready for that talented dick again. This time, both of them had fallen asleep right after, completely worn out. And here they were now.

  Kristen gnawed her lip as something discomforting occurred to her. They hadn’t spoken since the first time they’d made love. Very little had been said since then, even during their ensuing love-making. She supposed at the time they didn’t need words. Roman seemed to disappear when he made love to her; it was almost like he became someone else. Making love to him had introduced her to parts of herself she had responsibly kept hidden. She hated to equip their love-making to a spiritual experience, but that’s what it had been. It was almost transformative; otherworldly. It had been very peaceful, even in the midst of their uninhibited, unbridled passion.

  He’d been so vocal previous to their first time, but he hadn’t really talked to her since then, outside of asking her if she wanted something form the kitchen. Not even during sex. Whereas he’d been so vocal and almost kinky with his conversation before, he didn’t talk to her much during their first time or the two times thereafter. He moaned a lot and dropped a few swear words and F bombs… He told her she felt good a couple of times… But that was about it.

  She’d wanted to talk dirty to him but she’d been too shy. She hoped over time she would loosen up a bit when it came to that. She wasn’t exactly rigid but she was afraid of what he might think if she went there, especially because they didn’t really know one another that well and they weren’t officially in a relationship. Would the status of what they were change now that they’d done it?

  Kristen dreamily gazed at him wishing he’d wake up so he could make love to her again. He was sexy as hell in the throes of passion and she loved the faces he made when he came. She loved the noises he made as well; they made her delirious. As dominating as he’d been when he was making love to her, she could tell he was still holding himself back and she didn’t want him to.

  She missed talking to him. It bothered her that his guard had gone back up. She needed to know what he was thinking; how he felt. Most important, how he felt about her. She needed assurances that this wasn’t just another conquest for him. She hoped things wouldn’t get funky between them after this. It was after midnight; it was already Sunday and she was leaving the next day. She had given herself to a man she’d known a little over 24 hours and he wasn’t even her boyfriend; they weren’t in a relationship; she barely knew him. She didn’t feel bad about making love to him nor did she feel guilty. The only thing that concerned her was whether or not everything that had begun in Boston would also end there.

  Kristen wistfully stared at him and thoughtfully ran her fingers over her kiss-swollen lips. Hopefully they could talk about it in the morning. Right then all she wanted to do was go back to sleep. She was beyond exhausted and delightfully so.

  She moved to turn to turn on her other side but something stopped her. Roman started murmuring and squirming in his sleep. He was also shaking a little. It looked like he was having some kind of nightmare.

  Kristen’s forehead creased with concern as she scooted closer to him. She gently shook him on the shoulder. “Roman,” she whispered. “Roman!”

  Roman jolted awake and widely looked at her. He was looking at her like he’d never seen her before; like he didn’t know who she was.

  “You were dreaming,” she said as she soothingly ran her hand over his chest. “Are you okay?”

  Roman blinked a few times and ran his hand over his face, closing his eyes. He briefly looked at her then closed his eyes again, expelling a long, heavy sigh. Figuring he was falling back to sleep, Kristen moved to turn over then gasped as she was flattened against the bed. Roman hovered over and settled himself between her thighs, hungrily looking at her. Kristen vulnerably looked up at him, thrown off by his sudden aggression.

  He dreamily stared into her eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair. Kristen emotionally stared back at him, running her hands over his flawless face. Roman began kissing her fingers. He leaned down to her and pressed his lips against hers, tasting her softly. His tongue flicked at her lips and she willfully opened her mouth, moaning deeply as his tongue swept against hers.

  He grabbed her wrists and put them behind her head, pinning her to the bed. He left one hand at her wrists and used the other to drift down her quivering body to her wet pussy. He nudged her legs open with his hard thighs and teased her with his fingers. He traced her fat pussy lips, thumbed her clit, and massaged her vaginal opening. Holding her gaze, he lowered his mouth to her breasts and hungrily sucked.

  Kristen’s eyes instantly closed and she arched to his mouth. “Oh,” she softly cried out. “Mmmm. Oh. Oh.”

  Roman continued to suck on her breasts and slowly finger her as he watched her, rapt. Kristen momentarily opened her eyes and looked down at him. She ran her fingers through his hair and sighed his name. “Roman…”

  Roman kissed his way down her body, leaving a wet path. His heated gaze focused on her pussy as he moved his finger in and out her. He withdrew his finger and put it in his mouth, closing his eyes and moaning as he tasted her sweetness.

  “So fuckin’ good,” he growled.

  Tears pooled the corner of Kristen’s eyes. “Roman please,” she whined.

  Roman leaned down to her pussy and pressed his lips against it, kissing it softly. He kissed it again and withdrew his finger, putting both of his hands under her hips. He placed delicate kisses all over her pussy as he possessively gazed up at her. He flicked his tongue against her clit and Kristen instantly came undone. She screamed and grabbed his head, holding his face to her quivering pussy as a violent orgasm racked her body.

  Without stopping to take a breath, Roman quickly rose up and grabbed her legs, throwing them over his shoulders. He teased his dick against her still pulsating vagina. He ran it up and down the length of her pussy, saturating it with her wetness. He groaned and licked his lips as he gently pushed himself inside of her. Kristen’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and she pleasantly sighed. Roman put her legs in the crooks of his arms and steadily thrusted in and out of her. He leaned down to her mouth and flicked his tongue in and out of her mouth in rhythm with his movements. The erotic gesture drove Kristen wild and she felt every sexual nerve ending in her body climbing those walls again.

  They were instantly lost in their lust-filled haze once again. Kristen placed her hand to her head and moved her head back and forth as Roman deliberately and desperately fucked her. His dick felt so good it made her crazy. She didn’t know what the fuck he had been dreaming about but whatever the hell it was he must’ve been taking it out on her pussy because he was showing it no mercy.

  “Oh my God,” she gasped against his lips as Roman began moving faster. She gripped his shoulders and placed her face to his, breathing hard into his ear. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God! Oh my God!”

  Roman released one of her legs and slapped his hand against the headboard, moaning harshly as he thrusted deeply inside of he
r. Kristen lifted her leg and held it high up in the air, screaming at the newfound sensation the position created between their bodies.

  “Oh baby,” she cried. “Oh baby! Baby!”

  “Look at me,” he roughly whispered.

  She opened her eyes and looked at him. Her eyes filled with tears as she saw the heavy emotion in his. There was so much there; so much he wasn’t saying. But the look she saw in them filled her heart with joy. She arched her hips and gripped his back as she felt her orgasm surging forward. It ripped through her lower region like a bullet. Kristen exploded and screamed loud two times, her eyes still locked to Roman’s. Roman let go of her other leg and slapped his other hand against the headboard. He thrusted a few more times then threw his head back and released a hoarse ‘Fuck’ as he emptied inside of her.

  Kristen immediately began sobbing, overcome with the wild emotions of love, lust, and desire that were soaring through her at rapid speeds. Roman collapsed on top of her then lazily rolled over to his back, pulling her beside him. He pulled the covers over them and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her head and shhing her as she continued to cry.

  His comforting warmed her heart but it did little to squelch the fear that was rising inside of her. Because it was at that moment that she knew the truth. There was no mistaking it or stopping it. She knew it beyond the shadow of a doubt. This was no longer a crush. And it was far from an infatuation. Kristen had completely, unequivocally, hopelessly, and helplessly fallen in love with this man. And that revelation could only mean one thing: Trouble.

 

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