Roxanne’s POV:
“Home sweet home,” Roman said happily when we got out of the car.
Thelma came rushing over with a concerned expression on her face.
“Master,” she greeted with a bow.
“Thelma, make sure Jersey has her own room and see to it that she has everything she wants. She’s a very important guest,” he ordered.
She bowed again, then looked at me coldly before turning and going back into the castle with Jersey behind her.
“How do you feel being back at the castle?” he asked.
“I feel happy,” I answered honestly, then walked in with him.
As I went upstairs, memories of my time here played in my mind.
Although I was kidnapped, I was very happy.
“It’s good to be home,” I whispered.
“Really?” he asked.
“Of course, although it seems Thelma isn’t too pleased to see me,” I answered in a low tone immediately as I walked into the bedroom.
When he didn’t respond, I turned only to find him in front of me, looking down at me.
“What?” I asked in a low tone as my gaze went to his lips.
I swallowed hard and tried to take a step back when he grabbed me by the waist, pulling me towards him.
I pressed my hands on his chest and gazed into his eyes, feeling his heart beating loudly under my palms.
I was getting nervous and couldn’t find the right words to say to him. I could tell what he wanted because I wanted it too. After the kiss we shared on the roadside, we both tried our best not to react to each other’s presence.
But now that we were alone in the room, nothing was going to stop us.
He leaned in to kiss me, but I moved my hand, pressing my fingers against his lips.
“How about we take a shower first?” I asked seriously.
He raised an eyebrow, then dropped his hands and took a step back.
“Sure, we can do that,” he answered, surprising me.
“Don’t get me wrong, I want to devour you right away, but at the same time, I want you to be calm and relaxed. So let’s go for that shower,” he said, then began taking off his clothes.
I quickly rushed into the bathroom with a rapidly beating heart and began stripping as well.
Once I was completely naked, I moved and turned on the shower.
“Is he coming?” I silently asked myself as the cold water poured over me.
When the door opened, I instantly tensed.
“You really are a naughty girl,” he whispered as he approached me.
I was about to turn and look at him when his hand went on my shoulder, stopping me.
“Were you planning on taking a bath alone?” he asked in a low tone.
“No, it’s not what you think,” I answered, then flinched when I felt his lips on my shoulder.
“Are you certain?” he asked huskily.
“Yes,” I answered, then let out a soft sigh when he grazed his teeth against my skin.
“Are you nervous?” he asked.
I wanted to deny it and act brave, but at the same time, I wanted him to know the truth.
“A little,” I whispered.
“Are you scared that I might hurt you?” he asked and kissed my nape.
I closed my eyes, enjoying his lips on me and the tingles I felt.
“No,” I answered.
He grabbed my shoulders and turned me to face him. My cheeks immediately heated up. Being naked in front of him wasn’t a big deal, but I still felt embarrassed.
When he leaned in this time, I tiptoed and met him halfway for a kiss. My lips instantly parted for him to thrust his tongue in. His arms went around my waist as I kissed him back, enjoying his taste on my tongue and the firmness of his tongue pressed against mine.
When he pulled back, he swept me off my feet and walked with me out of the bathroom, leaving the shower running.
He kissed my forehead lightly, then carefully placed me on the bed and leaned in to kiss me. I kissed him back and responded.
He moved forward, pushing me flat on my back as he roamed on top of me. His hand slid from my thigh to my stomach.
He slightly pulled back and kissed the side of my lips, then smiled.
“If you feel uncomfortable in any way, let me know. And if it hurts badly, we will stop,” he said as I smiled back at him.
He was caring, but it was okay. I was mentally prepared for this.
“Okay,” I whispered.
He leaned in and licked from my chest to my neck, as if to taste what my skin tasted like.
“I’m hungry,” he whispered, surprising me.
Before I could ask what he meant, his lips went to my collarbone. He kissed me there and trailed his kisses to my breast as I shifted a bit, wanting to feel his mouth on my hardened nipple.
He moved his hand to my breast, grabbing it gently while he kissed my hardened nipple lightly, as if to tease me.
He brushed his lips back and forth, causing a shiver to run through my entire body. When his warm, wet mouth sucked on it, I couldn’t help but let out a low moan.
His tongue circled around it, while his thumb brushed against my other nipple repeatedly.
I lay there, unsure of what to do or how to act, but I couldn’t deny that I was enjoying his touch and moaning in response.
“Wait,” I whispered breathlessly.
He pulled back and looked into my eyes, and I couldn’t help but smile.
Garren was in complete control.
“I’m taking it very slow,” he whispered back.
“I know, but shouldn’t I do something?” I asked.
“You’re talking because you’re not feeling it, right?” he asked, pulling back and getting to his knees.
“No, I just wanted to do something that makes you feel good too,” I answered, as he chuckled softly.
He parted my legs and leaned in.
“No,” I said firmly.
“Quiet,” he commanded, as his warm tongue brushed against my clit, causing me to throw my head back and moan loudly. It felt so good to just feel his tongue.
His fingers brushed against my folds as he began to slowly suck on my clit. I moved my hands to cover my face, trying to breathe properly through my pants and moans, which were now louder.
I was wet and twitching down there, and my mind was becoming blank.
I let out a loud moan that sounded like a scream when I felt his long fingers thrust into my wetness. The excitement my body was getting made me tremble as he continued to gently suck and brush his tongue roughly against my clit while slowly fingering me, increasing his pace with each second that went by.
I was pleading for more as I shifted my hips forward to feel his fingers thrust deeper.
When he pulled out his fingers and thrust his tongue in, I screamed out his name and grabbed my hair tightly, hurting my scalp.
“Harder, please harder, Daddy,” I begged loudly as he put each of his hands on both sides of my hips and thrust his tongue deeper, thrusting in and out so good until I couldn’t hold it in any more and orgasmed.
I lay there breathing heavily and in a daze when he moved on top of me, kissing me deeply as I kissed him back, enjoying his tongue on mine and ignoring my taste on his tongue.
“I’m doing it raw,” he whispered between our kiss and sucked on my tongue as I moaned loudly and parted my legs wider.
“Do it!” was the only thought that went through my mind when he slid his hand between us as he kissed me passionately.
He slightly pulled back and looked me in the eyes as I breathed heavily. I could feel his cock nudging my entrance.
I smiled, assuring him I wanted him, and that was enough to make him thrust in, inch by inch, as I let out a pained moan.
He paused his movement and gently kissed my neck, causing my body to slowly relax.
I winced as he thrust deeper and bit my lower lip.
He looked into my eyes, then softly kissed my lips. I responded by kissing him back.
As he started moving, the pain began to subside and was replaced with pleasure and excitement, causing me to start moving as well.
He pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily, and kissed the side of my neck. Every time his fangs grazed My marking spot, Astrid purred, and I found myself running my hands through his hair, encouraging him to mark me. When he bit down, I cried out and relaxed as he sucked on my blood, intensifying the need to orgasm again.
My mind was consumed by one thought, and his scent filled my nose.
When he pulled back, my body reacted instinctively. I grabbed his shoulder and bit down on a specific spot on his neck to mark him as mine.