Author’s Note:

This deleted scene was originally Ren and Roman’s first time together. In my first draft, they did not meet officially until that night at the Fox’s Den aka there were no giraffe barn shenanigans.

You may notice there are some lines that I ended up using in other places of the published story.

Enjoy,
Summer

Deleted Chapter 14

Ren

Song: good for you by xxtristanxo

He kisses me ravenously against his apartment door while stumbling to unlock it. I grab either side of his face to pull him to me just as hungrily. When he tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth, my knees nearly give out. 

As soon as he finally gets the door open, he’s sweeping me into his arms and carrying me to a bedroom in long strides. 

He sets me down a foot from the bed. I separate just briefly enough to breathe, but when I go to kiss him again, he holds me back. He goes from possessively clutching my cheek to lightly tucking a lock of hair behind my ear, his gaze silently, slowly, roaming my face. 

He meets my eyes, brows slightly furrowed. I brace myself for rejection. “Do you have any idea how stunningly beautiful you are?”

My throat tightens and I fight the sudden watering of my eyes. I half shrug, half shake my head and quietly admit, “No.”

His thumb brushes back and forth behind my ear. “I only have five days, but I’m gonna make sure you know by the end of it.”

I fear I stare at him blankly, stupified. He’s so…poetic. And all i say in return is, “I really want fuck you.”

He laughs, a beautiful, husky sound and I get to see what a vision he is when he smiles completely uninhibited. He typically looks sophisticated and striking, but when he smiles, the apple of his cheeks become even more round and full and his eyes crinkle.

“I intend to, sweet girl.” He gives me a playful smirk and takes a step back, face straightening to a cool, commanding facade. “Now strip.”

There’s something deeply satisfying about his short, straight to the point orders. 

I race to unfasten my heels. 

“Unh-uh.” I hear him say and look to see he’s now sitting in a reading chair facing me. “Leave those on.”

I stand up, my stomach fluttering. Just the idea of standing in front of him in nothing but heels feels so daring, so dirty. 

My burgundy, tie-front dress has long bubble sleeves and an a-line skirt with a slit up one side. I reach for the hem, bunching the satin material up in my hands. 

Roman clicks his tongue again. “Slower.”

My heart beats a little faster, harder. I drop the hem and instead begin pulling on the bow in the front. He hums approvingly. “That’s it. I want to see all of you. Everything that is now mine.” 

His. 

The idea equally thrills me and scares me. Not of him, but the thought that once I’m his, I won’t ever want to be anything else. 

As I pull the bow loose, the ties fall between my breasts, revealing just a little of my black lace bra underneath. My shoulders instinctively roll forward a little to keep the dress from falling open. I look down at my chest rising and falling with every heavy breath. 

“Look at me.” Roman’s voice is stern and low, but there’s a desperate quality threaded through it. 

I lift my chin and meet his stony gaze.

“I could tear off that dress and have my cock buried in your sweet, waiting cunt in a few seconds. And maybe next time I will. But right now, I’m going to take my time with you and you will not hide from me. Do you understand?” I nod, forcing myself to stand taller. “Good, I won’t tell you again.”

One by one, I open the front flaps of my dress. He sinks deeper into his chair and I catch his hands balling into fists. His face has remained focused but passive and seeing that little display makes me feel bolder. So when I start to peel one of my shoulders down, I take a step forward, chin high. 

Another step, another shoulder. His jaw clenches and the heat in his gaze becomes unmistakable. I slowly pull each sleeve down my arms until the entire dress bunches at my hips. I glance down at the bulge in his pants and feel my mouth go dry, hunger growing in my stomach. Anticipation buzzes through me like electricity.

It only builds in intensity as I take my time working the dress over my full hips. Once I do, I don’t let it drop right away. His nostrils flare and he wets his bottom lip as I draw it out, only letting it fall an inch at a time down my thighs. His broad chest expands with deep breaths. 

I finally let it drop to a pool at my feet and I feel what he sees: Beautiful.

Stepping out of the dress in nothing but heels and  lingerie, I feel empowered.

I pause, standing tall and he gives me a flick of his chin to continue. My fingers tingle with excitement as I unhook my bra and let it fall down my arms. 

“Fuck…” he exhales roughly and quietly. I wonder if he meant to say it out loud. 

I swallow the rest of my reservations and shimmy my panties off, stepping out of them. He groans appreciatively, the sound making my clit throb. 

“Hands and knees,” he orders huskily. I lower to all fours, my heart beating wildly. “Now, crawl.”

My stomach drops in the most delicious way before I drop to my knees. I put one hand in front of the other and his balled fists now grip the armrest, knuckles whitening.

I kneel at his feet and he reaches out to trace my jaw with one finger. “That’s my good girl. You’ve already made me so proud.”

“Thank you,” I whisper softly, feeling warmth bloom in my chest.

He sits back and widens his legs. “Now, take my cock out, Serenity.”

I don’t rush, but I don’t go slow either. My desire for him has already made my inner thighs slick where they are pressed together and I feel this desperate gnawing in my belly for more.

I undo his belt and pants. His cock straining his briefs so much that I barely have to tug the waistband down to free it. The tip is beaded with pre-cum, veins running up and down the thick length. My heart races.

Roman reaches into the drawer of the small side table and pulls out a condom, almost as if he planned this whole scene. Thinking that he set this up so he could watch me slowly undress for him makes butterflies flutter in my stomach.

He tears open the wrapper then hands it to me. “Put it on.” I carefully take out the condom and roll it down his shaft. His thighs flex as my fist slides down his cock, frayed breath being pushed through his lips. 

Finally, he growls ravenously, “Now get the fuck up here.”