Chapter 12

Shantelle’s POV

He suddenly stilled me. He ran his tongue across his teeth.

“You’ve adjusted, Shantelle?”

With half-lidded eyes, I nodded.

“Good.”

He gripped my hips, pulled us chest-to-chest, and bounced me on his erection. Hard. Up and down, not giving me a single break from the assault. My moans and whimpers trembled in my throat with the force. My fingers splayed on the window as I searched for something to hold onto that wasn’t so consuming. So devastating. So him.

“Oh, God, oh, God.”

When I climaxed the second time, he swallowed the noise in his mouth. And, with a punishing last thrust and a shudder, he finished inside me. Then, he softly nipped my neck in a rough sort of appreciation.

Our heavy breaths filled the silence. I was so full of contentment, high on a languid post-coital bliss, as I rested my face in the crook of his neck. Curled my fingers in his hair.

“Do you have to go?” Roman asked.

He was still