Chapter 5

Elisa’s POV

He came closer to me, gnashing his teeth before me as he whispered into my ears. His wolf’s desire to take me arose equally with mine. My wolf was disturbing, wanting him while my heart was thumping, wanting him to bend me over and thrust into me so hard and raw like the last night Rhys had with me.

“This night has been haunting you, allow me to let you forget it forever.”

“You’re gonna have a new night—“ he whispered.

I tried to hold on to my self-control until I could no longer again. With a single nod, everything crumbled, paving way for our desires to take the lead. Roman didn’t let any second waste, he came for my dress, pulling them over in a flash that I began to wonder where he learnt to take a lady’s dress off so expertly within a second when he’s a werepriest. It was a cause to suspect it but there was no time for that when he suddenly began to kiss me furiously.

This felt like what he had been waiting for years, so he wouldn’t joke with this opportunity. I let him, I wanted him, I wanted a Rhys’ substitute. I wanted the memory of that night back.

“Let’s head to the bedroom,” he said amidst gnashing of teeth. He jacked me up without letting me say anything, my wolf had already accepted, I didn’t need to say a word again.

I knew what would happen the moment I stepped into his bedroom. It gave the religious aesthetic vibes, the cross, holy images and saintly scent which could have repelled me from doing this with him but instead they felt like encouragement. My wolf was on her way to fulfill her primal urge, even traditions couldn’t stop her.

The door closed behind me with a soft click, and the sharp, low sound echoed in my chest. Roman dropped me on the bed, beginning to pull off his singlet and then grabbing his trousers and jacking it down together with his panties. His big cock jumped off, shooting straight at me. I turned away, covering my eyes.

Shyness took over me. Then I remembered again he’s a werepriest but he’s also assigned as my mate. If the moon goddess didn’t want him to do this, she wouldn’t give him a mate and a big cock. These two were weapons pulling me towards him.

My eyes turned slowly. His eyes locked with mine, those dreamy, darkened eyes that always looked too holy, now were filled with desire. I couldn’t just believe this.

I wasn’t thinking it would be tonight I will get to burn that desire for Rhys but tonight it happened to be.

“Elisa,” he moaned, my name, soft and clear. I thought then that perhaps I was seducing him and decided to pose some gestures.

“I shouldn’t be here,” I pouted my lips, twisting my face in a dramatic way. I didn’t move back showing I wanted to be here.

He took a step forward. “Then why are you?” His voice grinded against my ear. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My heart was pounding so loud he could surely hear it. He took another step, then another until his skin was colliding with mine, I could feel his heat coming off his skin, his scent pulling over my nostrils.

“I’ve tried,” he said, his voice low. “I’ve prayed. I’ve fought it. But it’s still there which means you’re here for me, the moon goddess destined us for each other and I’m gonna take you.” His voice grew so deep, making it sound even more sexy.

I swallowed. “The bond?”

“Yes.”

“Since when?” I asked again to confirm. “The very first time you walked into my class.” He reached out and touched my cheek. It was gentle. Careful. But it set my whole body on fire. That’s the power his touches came with.

His thumb traced my jaw, then my lips, his eyes gently following every inch of my face, screaming desire. I leaned into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his forehead to mine, our lips were together again, sealing in a warm, romantic kiss. As I checked, his breath trembled.

“I’m not supposed to want you,” he whispered. “But I do.” He affirmed, showing he didn’t just want to make me forget about Rhys since he looks so much like him but he wanted me with his whole heart.

I moaned, reaching up, I slid my fingers into his hair. “Then don’t stop.” I gave him permission.

That was all it took.

Roman crashed into me, his mouth taking mine furiously now like he’d been starving for it for years. His hands gripped my waist sharply, pulling me tight against him. I could feel his bulge, straining hard against my groin.

I gasped.

I could feel him—hard, ready, and completely unholy.

Our kiss deepened. Tongues, teeth, heat. He tasted like bliss himself, swallowing my lips totally. I dragged my hands over his rock-hard chest, feeling it, adoring it as he kissed me, feeling the way his heart pounded under my touch.

Roman fell on the bed after me, continuing with the furious kiss. The bed shook with our weight. He pressed me harder against the bed, his body totally covering mine. His mouth moved from my lips and face over to my neck, biting and sucking, leaving hickeys while growling and grinding my body.

He grabbed my boobs, moaning. “You look so sexy and hot to touch,” he groaned. “My good sin. My holy sin.” I couldn’t resist but melt into these words.

He brought his head lower and kissed down my boobs one after the other, slow and hungry. When his lips found my nipple, I gasped, jerking my head up and shutting my eyes to savor the bliss.

He slid his hand under me, moaning. “You’re soaked,” he murmured against my mouth.

“For you,” I gasped.

He knelt between my legs, spreading me open. I caught his eyes staring so wide at my pink pussy. Then his mouth went closed, his tongue, his first wipe. I cried out, grabbing the sheets as his tongue flicked over me—slow, deep, smooth. He was moaning slowly, enjoying it. My legs moved, shook and cradled over his neck.

“Oh my God—Roman—don’t stop—” I stammered.

He didn’t. He never planned to.

He sucked, licked, then pushed two fingers inside me, curling them just right and hitting at the right spot. My world shattered and my lips broke into a cry, my back arched, thighs shook, my body was breaking apart under his mouth. He steadied himself up at my entrance, eyes locked on mine. I couldn’t help but be shy

“Last chance to stop,” he said, voice hoarse.

“Take me.”

He pushed in. I gasped. I wasn’t expecting this, I thought he was asking about continuing with the kiss but it seems he meant more deeper. My lips never went back shut again. I jerked up as Roman pushed into me with force—thick, hard, he buried his length totally into me.

My lungs ran out of gas, I was on the edge of losing my breath yet he could never stop. I didn’t want him to. We moved together in a slow, yet deep motion. Roman held my body up and kissed me like I mattered.

“I need you, baby. My princess.” He moaned.

“Say my name,” he breathed.

“Ro—man,” I moaned, over and over. This ignited his fury. He moved faster, deeper. The sound of our bodies banging each other filled the room. I feared for the bed.

My brain went blank.

He flipped me over, fucking me from behind. He was rough now. Wild. Wilder than before. His wolf had taken over.

“I’m close,” he gasped. I grabbed it without explanation. My face glowed, my heart tingled. I was in cloud nine hearing such a hot, sexy werepriest say this to me in the midst of a makeout session.

“Me too,” I cried. I was getting to climax.

“I will be marking you now,” his voice echoed over my ears. “I want you!”