Hurting Angel

"She's the full package." Roman said, eyeing me with interest. I thought there was too much interest there. Stupidly, I'd forgotten what his gaze did to me when it was hungry. I tried to swallow my sudden hunger, the action caused my muscles to tighten.
I growled. I had to get out of there before I did something stupid. I almost ran to the bedroom. Roman caught my elbow in the hallway.
"What are you doing?" He hissed under his breath.
"I'm sure the game will be fun." I smiled. "Besides, Anton already hates me. I don't want to add the fact that his best friend is always with me on the list of his reasons for disliking me."
"You're incredible."
"But..." I broke off, hesitating.
"Yes?"
"I want you in bed the second the game ends."
He nodded and I hesitated again before stepping through the bedroom.
"Hey, was something on your mind?" Roman asked, watching me get my things out of my backpack.
"Well... I was thinking of kissing you," I blurted out honestly.
"So why didn't you?"
"I was afraid that if I did you wouldn't want to go back out there."
He considered that for a moment and nodded before disappearing. I pulled out my thick biology textbook and flipped to the desired page.
"Nuru...?" Roman said.
Startled, I whirled. He was suddenly standing in front of me. I peered at him under my lashes.
He growled and then he took my face in his hands and with an abrupt roughness that left me breathless, kissed me. He picked me up without breaking the kiss and crushed me against the wall, I gasped.
His lips were unyielding against mine for a moment longer and then he pulled me back by yanking my head back by my ponytail. The slight pain shot a jolt of pleasure down my stomach. He looked out of control... enchanted. He pressed himself tighter against me, so that I can feel all of him. And I do mean, all of him.
And then he turned and marched back out of the room.
"Dear lord!" I gasped, bracing myself against the wall. When that didn't help, I coupled it by sinking to the floor.
"Damn you, Roman!" I pushed myself to my knees. "I need a shower. A hot shower. No! A icy cold shower."
I walked out the door to the hallway.
"That way!" I pointed myself back into the bedroom where the in-suite bathroom was. "The bathroom is that way. Lord have mercy!"
I groaned and stepped into the shower still clothed.
"Roman," I gasped. "Oh Roman! What have you done to me?"
It was an excruciatingly long two hours, my assignments were long done, my eyes heavy with sleep but I refused to go to sleep alone. That would be too unpleasant. Eventually, Roman made it into the bedroom.
"Has Anton left?"
"No."
"Roman!" There was a warning note in my voice.
"He's spending the night."
"Oh."
He got in bedside me and wind his arms around my small waist.
"Goodnight," Roman whispered, snuggling into me, our bodies in intimate contact.
I mumbled back a muffled goodnight, already half asleep. Too tired from the crying frenzy the night before. I dreamt of Roman, my dreams too graphic for anything Roman would easily agree to. When I awoke, panic slumped into me, my eyes frantically searching for Roman — he wasn't where he should be — right beside me, still very much asleep — instead I found him sitting in a chair, right next to my head, watching me.
My cheeks heated.
"Why aren't you in bed?" I asked, my eyes searching his, feeling breathless all of the sudden.
"I couldn't sleep through your snoring."
I made a face at him. "I don't snore."
"I knew you'd deny it." He flashed me his phone. "Listen."
He fidgeted with a few buttons and sure enough, the sound of someone snoring played out.
"Nice try." I smiled. "That's not me."
He held up his hand in a shushing gesture. "No wait. Listen. It gets interesting."
And sure enough, moans followed and then a cry as I breath out his name in pure ecstasy. It took me a minute to understand.
I felt a brief twinge of hunger crush into my stomach. I hung my head in shame. "Oh no, this can not be happening."
"As you can imagine, I couldn't sleep again after that." He spoke through a tight jaw. "You can't imagine how hard it was for me... not to make your dream a reality, I would've gone back to sleep but..."
The tone of his voice caught my attention. I glanced up at him with sudden alarm, eyes wide with horror. "Don't tell me that" — I pointed to the phone — "wasn't the first or last time."
He shrugged. "Hmm," he mumbled, trying to sound indifferent.
The sense of unease grew stronger the deeper I stared into the depths of his eyes. "How many times?"
"The one you listened to was the third time. The first time, you woke me up, I thought you were awake." His breathing started getting difficult as he explained as though he was trying very hard not to recreate the scene. "And then when I had calmed myself down enough to go back to sleep you hit me with another wave, one I couldn't quite recover from." His voice was husky, it cracked and I wondered if he had any idea how seductive it was.
A crippling set of emotions shot through me in a second. "How many times?"
He hesitated before answering. "Five times."
My eyes bulged and my lips formed a thin line. "What?"
He cocked his head to the side, he really was the most beautiful person I'd seen in existence. It was glorifying to know that someone like Roman existed in the same world as me.
"Nuru?" He asked, puzzled by my sudden dreamy expression, looking as astonished as I probably was.
"Oh no!" I buried my face in my hands. "This is so embarrassing."
"Hey..." his voice was tender as he climbed on top of me, cradling my waist but he put his weight on his legs. "Don't be embarrassed. I'm no better."
I looked up at him, my eyes pleading and noticed he'd closed his eyes so tight they wrinkled. Quickly, sneakily I trailed my hungry gaze down his, perfect — I gasped, he hadn't been lying when he said he still hadn't... recovered.
"Lord have mercy!" I said, breathless, desperate to distract my sinful thoughts. I was trying to control myself — control the burning need.
He looked back at me and grimaced, his eyes were a clear, glossy blue today — the expression made him look like a hurting angel.
"What are you thinking?" he asked in a seductive purr.
I swallowed and faced away from him. Away from his lips. It was hard. "I was thinking how familiar this scene is."
He closed his eyes for a brief second and cussed, I imagined, he was fighting back the memories of when I'd pretended to be Hazel? "And?" He seemed interested.
"And I was thinking how good it felt when you made me straddle your face."
I watched as Roman paused mid inhaling and popped his eyes open, his jaw clenched once, not in anger but as though he was trying to control himself from doing anything rush. He stared at me in such a way that the muscles in my stomach flexed again.
"Nuru..." he almost growled my name. "I'm gonna ask this once and I need you be brutally honest and I promise I will honor your answer."
"Okay." My voice was weak.
His breathing was coming more quickly, his eyes boring into mine. "Do you want me to take you right here, right now?"
My heart collapsed. "Right now, here... take me, anyway you see fit."
"Positive?"
"No regrets." I mouthed, to weak to get my voice out. His presence was simply... lethal.
A growl rumbled in his throat.
I gave an involuntary gasp, and then I attacked him. He met my hungry, demanding kisses with a blistering heat of his own.