The Promise (Darkest Lies Trilogy Book 2) by Bethany-Kris (fiction book recommendations .txt) 📕

Never far from his mind.

Not that he wanted it there.

Not now.

So, he took Karine’s face in his hands and gave her another deep kiss, letting the seconds tick by them in silence as the taste of her on the tip of his tongue chased away those bad thoughts he shouldn’t have let ruin their moment.

Ending with a kiss on the tip of her nose, Roman winked, saying, “Time for an important decision. You have to decide whether you want me to fuck you right now, or go shopping.”

Karine’s laughter really was infectious. There was never a time when he wasn’t amazed at how happy she was. The way her whole face beamed was truly a sight to behold, and for some reason, he was the person who could make her do this.

How had that happened?

Love was crazy.

“That’s probably the hardest choice a girl has to make,” she replied through a wide grin.

Roman only shrugged.

It really was up to her, though he had a side he was leaning toward if he was being honest. Who could blame him?

The very tease that was Karine in her sexy, red jumper-dress, the low dips in the back and front showing off just enough to make his mouth water, hadn’t been far from his mind all damn day.

It was a good thing his wife—he still couldn’t believe that she was his wife—seemed to be able to read his mind as she let her fingers graze the red straps and lower down the deep dip along her chest. Her breasts heaved. When she slowly parted her lips, he knew what her answer was going to be.

“Fuck me,” she said.

• • •

“I can’t decide which is the better view,” he said, smirking at her.

Karine stood with her back to the glass wall of windows facing the bright lights and a city that never slept. She had stripped down to nothing but her bright red thong. A good choice, even if it did tempt his control, for their wedding night.

Roman couldn’t take his eyes off her, so his statement had been a false one nonetheless. Nothing in the world was more beautiful than her.

“Tell me how to make it a better one,” she told him, dragging her teeth over her lower lip. “The view, I mean.”

“It’s already perfect, but I still want you to touch yourself, Karine,” he said, a cigarette burning between his fingers. The smoke rose up to the ceiling, clouding his vision as it passed his face, but he didn’t look away from the sight of Karine letting her thumbs drag over the peaks of her firm, pink nipples. “Imagine it’s me touching you, the way you shiver when the rough side of my thumb slides down the center of your stomach.”

She did, her soft gasps coming out shaky and high. Then, he took a long drag off his cigarette, making the end burn with a bright, orange glow. His cock was thick and hard in his pants, and he did nothing to hide the visible line of his erection already bulging.

Karine’s hand dipped beneath the lace waist of the thong, her pleased whine letting him know she was wet and already tender to the touch. She rubbed her clit, and then slipped a finger into herself the way Roman would have done.

But he was sure it wasn’t enough.

Not quite like his touch.

Her tits shuddered as desire coursed through her body, the delicate line of her shoulders falling forward with her breathy moan. When she thrust another finger into herself, she stepped backwards, pressing against the glass.

From Roman’s position, it appeared like she was flying. Soaring over sin city. And that was all his patience could take.

It took him less than a minute to shed his own clothes. She still hadn’t managed to get herself off in that time.

A fucking shame.

He flicked the burning cigarette into a crystal ashtray next to the leather bucket chair, and went to her. With some force, he pulled her hand out of her thong, intent on doing the job himself, now. His hands were all over her, cupping her tits, and flicking her nipples with his thumbs until she trembled. His tongue left a wet, hot trail down the center of her torso. Her skin tasted of salt, and his pants of breath had gooseflesh blooming along her stomach.

He would have loved to do this forever.

Feel her.

Taste her.

Have her.

Once more, he was reminded just how fleeting these moments truly were for them—who knew when they’d be able to enjoy time alone like this again. As fast as the anger came and went, he’d still felt it.

It had still been there.

And it wasn’t fair.

Roman wanted this with Karine as much as he wanted it for her, too—for her to always be happy like this. Carefree and dreamy when he touched her. He wanted it to last forever.

But it wouldn’t.

That’s why it also hurt.

He slipped her thong down her thighs. It swished to her ankles as he pressed himself into her until her backside stuck firmly to the glass under his weight.

Could people see them from below? If so, then he hoped they found themselves envious of Karine. Of how beautiful she was on display when she was being loved properly, and fucked well.

He took her face in both his hands, searching her ocean eyes darkened with bliss. She still had that lingering smile—it was like he almost couldn’t remember the Karine he’d first met. Perpetually afraid, always tired.

He vowed in that second to do everything he needed so that he would spend the rest of his life with this Karine.

His Karine.

When he lifted her up against the windows, Karine wrapped her legs around his hips. She was featherlight in his arms, and already shifting her hips to get even a brush of his cock along her slit. As she did finally sink down on his length, he was lost to the slick, silken heat encompassing his dick when he plowed in.

Her arms rested