Free Star-Crossed by Kele Moon Page B

Who the hell cared if she was sore tomorrow? It felt too damn good at the moment to play it safe. “Feels good, too good.” Her breathing was labored, her words were cracked and broken, but she managed to choke out, “Harder.” Romeo groaned and grabbed her ass with his bandaged hand, the brush of gauze against her bare skin feeling foreign as he used the leverage to take her completely.
    They were chest to chest, one heartbeat, one throb of desire. Their skin dewy with sweat and only their labored breathing echoing in the dimly lit room. It was the calm before 60
     
    the storm, one moment in time to savor the connection before Romeo pulled out and took her a second time.
    Colors burst behind Jules’s closed eyes, and she spread her legs wider, wanting to feel all of him. She clung to Romeo when he started moving in her. The strokes were torturously slow and steady. It was obvious he wasn’t used to letting go. Perhaps he’d never had a partner who could keep up with all that hard-driving passion.
    Jules tangled one hand in his hair and dragged his mouth to hers as she writhed beneath him, hungry for more. She felt the crack in his control, tasted it in the fervor of his kiss as he started moving faster.
    The yearning built and quickly soared out of control, going from slow to a raging inferno of passion that welled up before either of them realized it. Romeo began fucking in the same wild, untamed way he did everything as Jules swallowed his moans of pleasure. His hips slammed against hers over and over. His grip on her ass was bruising. His other hand grabbed the headboard, using it as leverage to fuck her harder, and she met him stroke for stroke. Jules pulled at his hair; her nails cut half moons into his back. She was right there with him, wild and free and drowning in the ecstasy that was all encompassing enough to leave her blinded to everything but Romeo.
    Jules gave in to the climax when it crashed into her. She screamed, feeling like it was being ripped from a deeper part of her soul. Her reaction to the unexpected orgasm pulled Romeo down with her. His body tensed, his growl of pleasure anguished, making it obvious he hadn’t anticipated it any more than she had.
    “Shit,” he groaned, his hips still pushing against hers, his body still shaking from the intensity of their shared pleasure. “We gotta do it again.” Jules laughed even as she tried to breathe past the shuddering aftershocks. “There ain’t no way you’re doing it again after that. You and me both know you’re ’bout to roll over and pass out.”
    “What the hell sorta guys have you been with?” Romeo asked as he let go of the headboard and leaned down to lick a trail of sweat rolling down the curve of her neck.

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    His voice was warm and endearing as he whispered against her sensitive skin, “Baby, I plan to fuck you for as long as you can take me.”
    Jules opened her eyes lazily, feeling the same adrenaline rush she got when she hit the wall on a long-distance run. She’d never had to tap into that strange storehouse of energy for sex, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t if the need arose. A slow, seductive smile tugged at her lips because she heard the promise in Romeo’s words and knew he would live up to them.
    Speaking was still too much for her, so she tangled her fingers in his hair, now moist with sweat, and brought his lips to hers once more. This time she was the aggressor, pushing her tongue past his lips, letting him know in no uncertain terms if he wanted to fuck all night long, she did too.

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Chapter Four
    Romeo woke up sore and sated in a way he’d never been before. The all-night sex marathon had left its mark on his body. His dick was sore as fuck. His back stung with barely broken skin from where Jules had clawed at him in the heat of the moment.
    He smiled at the feeling, loving everything about it as he rolled over and instinctively reached for her. He came up with nothing but a cold pillow. It