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Roman took Blair’s hand before leading her to the master bedroom.

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“Maybe I should unpack before going to bed.” She had never been to this side of the house before. The times she had been here, there had been no need to enter the master bedroom.

Roman shook his head answering “Jenny had one of the day staff do that for you already. Everything has been pressed and hung up before we got home.” Pulling her into the room and up against the wall where he pinned her in place with his body. His grip was firm. The movement made her heart race.

Her eyes darting around the dimly lit room. It was large like the rest of the house, and the only light was burning on the bedside table. The bed was a super king, which was understandable when Roman was over six feet tall. Blair was glad to see he didn’t have satin sheets on the bed. She didn’t know how she felt about satin sheets.

Roman released her wrist, lifting his hands to undo her hair, letting the mass fall over her shoulders. “I love your hair. Don’t ever cut it. I want to see it spread around you or as a curtain when you suck my cock.” His voice was turning husky with arousal.

“Press your hands against the wall and don’t move.”

Blair’s mouth snapped shut, her body instinctively obeying even as her mind raced.

Roman’s eyes never left her as he traced his hands down her front, cupping her breasts and shaping them.

“You like me touching you, don’t you,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her shiver. “Do you like my mouth on you?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling. She was excited by everything he said and did.

Roman’s lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile.

Without another word, he reached for the hem of her shirt, his fingers brushing against her skin as he lifted it over her head. Blair’s breath caught as he tossed it aside, his hands moving to the zipper of her skirt. She could feel the heat of his body as it radiated around her.

“Step out of it,” he commanded, as he brought the skirt down her legs to her feet.

Blair obeyed, lifting her legs to let him remove her skirt. Roman’s eyes watched her as he tossed it aside, his hands moving to the clasp of her bra.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low as he unhooked it and let it fall to the floor. “So beautiful.”

Blair’s cheeks flushed as she stood there in her panties. The only thing stopping her from trying to cover herself up was the hunger in Roman’s eyes.

“Now me,” he said, stepping back. “Undress me.”

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Blair’s hands lifted from the wall, trembling slightly as she reached for his tie first, pulling it free before moving to his buttons of his shirt, her fingers brushing against the firm muscles of his chest as she worked them open. She could feel the steel of his chest through the fabric. His scent was intoxicatingnoveldrama

Once the shirt was off, she moved to his belt, her fingers fumbling slightly as she unbuckled it and slid it from the loops. Roman’s breath was steady, but the way his muscles tightened as she reached for the button of his pants told her she was getting to him.

His hands cupped her face as she slid his pants down his legs. She looked up at him. He ran the thump of his right hand over her lips.

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She went one step further than he had while undressing her, quickly taking his underwear down his legs as well. He stepped out of his clothing without her saying anything.

He then moved closer, his body pressing against hers as his hands slid down to her hips. Blair’s breath hitched as he pulled her flush against him, his hardness pressing into her stomach, her pebbled breasts flush against his hard chest.

“You’re mine, Blair,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.

Blair’s hands came up to grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he began to kiss her, his tongue exploring her mouth with a control that left her weak in the knees.

Roman’s hands roamed over her body as he kissed her, his touch leaving a trail of heat. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened under his touch. He pinched the nipples, then tugged on the hardened peaks, which made her groan.

“Do you like that?” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and husky.

“Yes,” Blair gasped, her head falling back as he continued to tease her.

Roman’s lips moved to her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he nipped her skin. His hands slid down her sides, over her hips, and down to her thighs, where he gripped her firmly and lifted her off the ground.

Blair’s legs lifted and wrapped around his waist as he carried her to the bed, his lips never leaving her skin. He laid her down gently, his body hovering over hers as he kissed her again, his hands moving to her wrists and pinning them above her head.

“Stay still” he commanded.

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rch her body off the bed. “Please.” She cried, needing more, needing him… inside her.

y pulled off her underwear. He left her, grabbing his tie from where it had dropped on the floor.

Blair’s breath hitched as she watched him, her wrists still pinned above her head. His eyes locked onto hers, they darkened as he brought the tie to her wrists.

“Do you trust me?” he murmured.

Blair was unable to speak, only nodded.

The silk was placed around her wrists, tight enough to hold her but not enough to hurt. He tied it with a firm knot, securing her to the bedpost. Blair tugged instinctively, testing the restraint. Excitement ripple through her.

Roman leaned back, his gaze raking over her naked form. His hands trailed down her arms, over her collarbone, and came to rest on her breasts again. He cupped them gently, thumbing her nipples until they hardened beneath his touch.

Blair’s breath came in shallow gasps, her body arching into his hands. “Roman…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

He smirked, his fingers pinching her nipples just to hear her whimper.

His hands moved lower, skimming over her stomach, his fingertips brushing the sensitive skin just above her hipbones. Blair squirmed, her legs moving, trying to get closer to his touch.

Roman’s fingers moved her thighs apart before they dipped between, finding her already wet. “You’re so ready for me,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

Blair whimpered, her hips lifting off the bed as his fingers teased her entrance. He circled her clit slowly, watching her face as she moved with his fingers, trying to chase them.

“Please,” she begged, her voice barely a whisper.

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“Please what?” he asked, his tone teasing. He dipped a finger inside her, just enough to make her gasp, but not enough to give

her relief.

“Please, Roman,” she moaned, her hands tugging at the bindings. “I need you.”

He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “I need you what?”

Blair’s breath hitched as she turned her head to look at him. She knew what he was asking. It only turned her on more. “I need you… Sir.”

Roman’s smirk widened, and he pressed a kiss to her lips, his fingers finally sliding into her. He moved them slowly, curling them just enough to make her cry out. “You are so tight,” he murmured against her mouth.

Blair’s hips bucked against his hand, her body desperate for more. Roman’s free hand came down to hold her still, his grip firm. “Stay,” he commanded, his voice low and rough.

Blair whimpered but did as she was told, her body trembling as he continued to tease her. His fingers moved in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit with just the right amount of pressure. Blair’s moans grew louder, her body tightening as she edged closer to climax. He was driving her mad.

Roman watched her intently, his own desire written plainly on his face. “That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice thick. He scissored his fingers inside her, stretching her.

ck arching off the bed as pleasure crashed over her. Roman’s fingers worked her through it, prolonging her climax she was trembling and breathless.

He kissed her deeply as she came down, his lips claiming hers with possessiveness. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with need. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice rough.

Roman moved between her legs, using his knees to push her thighs wider. His hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself. Blair lifted her legs high on his hips. Bringing his sex against her. Her eyes widened as she felt the tip of him press against her entrance. He paused, his gaze locking onto hers. “Look at me,” he commanded.

Blair did as she was told, her eyes meeting his as he thrust into her in one smooth motion. She gasped, her body stretching · to accommodate him, her nails digging into her palms. Roman groaned, his head falling back as he savored the feel of her tight heat around him.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he growled, his hips already moving. He set a hard, fast pace, each thrust driving deep inside her.

Blair cried out, her body rocking on the bed with the force of his movements.

Roman’s hands moved to her thighs, spreading her wider as he leaned over her, his face inches from hers. “Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, his voice rough with need.

“I’m yours,” Blair gasped, her voice breaking on a moan as he hit her G spot.

Roman’s lips crashed over hers, his kiss fierce, hungry. His hips never slowed, driving into her with a rhythm that had her crying out with every thrust. Blair’s body was already winding tight again, the friction and intensity pushing her toward another climax.

“Roman,” she moaned, her hands curling into fists as her body began to tremble. “I’m close… Roman, oh please.” Her skin felt tight, heated beyond belief.

He growled, his voice thick with desire. “You feel so good.”

Her body couldn’t take anymore, her walls clenching around him as she came with a cry. Roman groaned, his thrusts becoming almost pagan as he chased his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he came, his body shuddering.

He collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in harsh pants. Blair’s body was limp, her mind fried with pleasure. Roman

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