The Woods

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03 (picture of roman to the side, jamie dornan) no but lesbihonest that man is so beautiful like can i hand my vagina over to him GOD

"Roman? W-what are you doing here?" She sputtered, running a hand through her wet hair.

He gave her the most heated look that he's ever sent anyone, and sharply bit out the word: "mine."

Roman barged through the door, and pushed Corrine against the wall, knocking the air out of her.

Grabbing the back of her neck, he slammed his lips against her own.

At first, her eyes widened and she started to beat in his chest in protest.

Growling, he caught her fists and pulled them above her head, encasing her.

"Mhm, Roman, stop!" She tried to protest by weakly writhing away from him, but he knew the both of them clearly didn't want that.

While staring straight into her eyes, he slipped his hand into the waistband of her sweats.

Her jaw dropped, and she wasn't sure if it was from shock or something else.

Warmth. Heat, fire even, what was Roman felt. Her pants were just a barrier to the escapades he could take her to within minutes.

"W-what-" he silenced her by placing his lips on hers.

"Shh," he breathed against her mouth.

Corrine dug her teeth in hard on her bottom lip, trying her best not to let him know how she was enjoying it.

She looked up and saw Roman's eyes underneath his hooded lids and the smirk planted on his lips.

"Just let it out, Corr," he whispered. He saw her dilated pupils, waiting in anticipation.

She moaned out and shuttered from her position beneath him. Gripping his shoulders, she sighed as he moved his fingers, and it felt like utter and complete bliss.

Wait, she told herself. You can't let this happen again! You don't even know his last name for Christ's sake!

"No!" She gasped out, pushing him forcefully away.

Corrine stumbled away on weak legs towards her bathroom, looking to get away from him fast. She heard footsteps behind her, so she quickened her pace and slammed the door behind her.

She locked it and leaned against the door, a light sheen of sweat coating her forehead.

How could she let him take advantage of her like that?

"Corrine," her breath hitched when she heard Roman's voice from behind the door.

"Come on, Corrine," she muttered to herself. "Think."

Looking for an escape route, she glanced at her window. It was wide enough for her to get through, so she opened the window and shimmied through the gap.

Placing her feet on the concrete ground, she slowly lowered herself to the ground. It was still pouring outside.

Corrine sighed in relief, and pulled out her phone to call Thalia.

But before she could even unlock it, the phone was plucked from her hands.

She gasped and flew back in surprise.

Roman was standing in front of her.

"What-how did you-what-" she stammered, looking at him in astonishment.

"Were you really about to leave me in your apartment?" He asked, an expressionless look on his face.

"I was considering it," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

He rolled his eyes and ducked underneath the awning of the building.

At this point, the same question was gnawing in the back of her head, but Roman interrupted before she could ask.

"So you're just going to forget what happened between us?" He asked, backing Corrine against the brick wall of her building.

She gulped and regained her composure. "What happened between us?" She asked, playing dumb.

He chuckled, and a devastatingly handsome smirk graced his lips. "You're a smart girl, Corrine, so don't play dumb."

Her eyes widened, and she tried to move over, but his hands slammed next to her head.

"I-I-" she stuttered out. "W-what exactly do y-you want me to s-say?"

She bit her lip and looked down at the ground.

Roman now looked at the form of the girl trapped in front of him. "Just tell me why you walked out that night."

She hesitated before whispering, "I was afraid."

He didn't expect that answer.

Tilting her chin up, he looked deep into her eyes. "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of ending up like everyone else did in my family," she responded. "Everyone I know has been putting out to any hot guy walking and has been ditched by them. I thought it was only fair that I break the cycle."

It was silent, except for the raindrops hitting the metal awning and falling into the puddles.

"Besides," she continued, "I don't know anything about you. I don't even know your last name, for god's sake."

"It's de Luca," he commented, sending her a small smile.

"Italian?" She breathed out, her eyes wide.

"Sì," He nodded and a smirk appeared on his face. "Why, you like Italian guys?"

Just to take his ego down, she said, "nope, I always has a thing for Brazilians and Greeks."

"What?" His smirk vanished and a scowl replaced it.

Corrine was just bullshitting him. "Well, Greeks have a way of being dominant and passionate while having sex, and the Brazilians have a fire in their veins that can turn anyone on."

Roman heard enough. "Shut up."

He pushed her further into the wall, and claimed her lips with his own.

Instead of pushing him off like she did before, Corrine gripped his shoulders for support. He grabbed her lower back in response and pressed him against her for support.

She moaned into his mouth, and he yanked her body towards his, making his erection grind against her thigh.

"Wait," she gasped, as Roman's hands slipped under her shirt. "Not now."

Roman pressed his forehead against hers. "Okay."

He gave her one last deep kiss before turning and making his way onto the main road.

Corrine watched as his form walked down the alleyway in the rain before she wrapped her arms around herself, shivering.

She didn't realize how cold she was until he left her.