Romeo The Mafia Casanova

Eden’s [POV]

It didn’t feel real, the words he said, the way his lips felt against mine. He finally said the words I’d been dying to hear my entire life.

I used to dream about this.

When things were bad, I’d imagine Romeo storming into our home, taking Naz and me away, and telling me he was wrong.

That he’d been wrong, I was his, I had only ever been his.

We’d kiss, And life wouldn’t hurt so much anymore.

I wouldn’t flinch in fear whenever Tristian gave me a condescending look of hatred for not being good enough. For not being what he needed.

Wanted, couldn’t live without it.

Romeo’s eyes searched mine; he was asking a question without speaking.

I answered without even breathing as I pressed my mouth against his, parting my lips, inviting him in, welcoming him home.

To me & us.

We were finally one again, and there was no place I’d rather be than in this moment lost with him.

In him, He was my everything.

This felt right, it finally felt right, Us.

I clung to the front of his shirt for dear life while he welcomed my kiss, his eyes completely focused on me. His heated gaze was almost to the point that I looked away.

I turned my head slightly, only to have him grip my jaw roughly with his fingertips and bring me back to his hypnotizing stare.

“You.” Awe and determination washed over his face, almost as if a hunger began burning inside of him.

I needed Romeo like I needed my next breath.

The next beat of my heart.

My next… My next… My next…

I’d always needed him.

Wanted him.

Craved him obsessively.

I pondered at that moment how I’d survived this man until his calloused fingertips burned into my skin. His full lips parted.

I knew I was about to become fully lost in Romeo Sinacore, praying nobody would find me, or there’d be a way out.

With one last piercing look, he devoured my mouth; he stole my soul.

He put my heart back together.

We became reborn through the flick of his tongue.

Through the deepening of the kiss.

Thought his hands near my breasts.

Touching me.

Tugging at my shirt and bra.

Tossing them to the floor.

Leaving me topless and exposed.

Groaning, he trailed kiss after kiss down my jaw, and my neck, until his lips rested in reverence against my chest. Could he hear how fast my heart was beating?

For him?

Always and only for him.

Over and over again in a cadence so violent that it was painful.

Overwhelming, and mind-blowing.

He was barely touching my body, and I was already wet for him.

Swiftly, he slid me off his lap and picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His purposeful steps took us down the hall, bumping into the walls as our tongues tangled with each other. Not able to get enough of one another. One hand gripped my hair and pulled while the other kept me pressed against his length.

His girth & His cock.

The heat of his erection was almost my undoing, and I moved my body greedily up and down against the steel of him

I needed him.

Now.

I couldn’t wait, feeling as though I was already bursting for him

He chuckled against my mouth, stumbling into the bedroom while, like a woman possessed, I continued to move against him.

“So greedy,” he laughed, gently laying me down on the bed.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

I reached for him, only to have him pull away; his smirk was going to be my kryptonite. He slowly, provocatively undid the buttons of his shirt.

I nearly yelled when he hesitated at the last one, his eyes filled with humor that I wanted to strangle him for, prolonging what we both had been waiting for.

Eager& Ready, to get on with it.

My body tensed, thighs clenched as an almost painful throb pulsed between my legs.

With a whimper, I watched the shirt float to the floor. His hands moved to his belt and then the button on his slacks.

Our tongues tangled with one another as he flicked open the front of his trousers.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.

He was beautiful.

Dangerous & Wicked.

Mine & All mine.

“Do you remember the night before your wedding?” His husky voice washed over me like worship.

Holy.

Everything.

“Do you?” he pressed.

I nodded, unable to look anywhere but his full lips, the dangerous gleam in his eyes. “Yes.”

“This time, I’m going to take you slow, Eden. I’m going to bury myself so far inside you that you see nothing but heaven. Every part of me was made for you. Owned by you. I’m going to make love to you for the first time in my life. It’s only ever been you, Red.” His pants fell to the floor, the rest of his clothes followed, discarded as he made his way onto the bed, the heat of his body nearly singeing me with each predatory movement. “Say my name.”

“Wh-what?”

“My name. I want it on your lips. I want it to be the only thing you scream when you nearly blackout from my dick. I need to hear it, I need it, Eden, I can’t-” Part of his control cracked when his mouth crashed into mine, only to pull back. “I can’t be without you. Not now. Not ever. I can’t-”

“Romeo,” I tasted his name on my lips; it was sweeter than any wine, any kiss.

Any moment in time.

We were poetry, we were music lyrics.

We were happily ever after, not to be continued.

“I’ve only ever been yours. I just need you to keep me this time.”

His eyes flashed. “Never again, Eden. I’ll burn the entire world and send it to Hell before anyone else touches you. You’re fucking mine!”

A fierce expression of yearning crossed his face, his features as his erection bumped against my thighs.

I gripped him, needing to touch him, compelled by him. Waves of pleasure crashed over me as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

This Casanova.

This man who dealt in seduction and secrets was succumbing.

Succumbing to me.