𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀 ||

"Listen, Amelia," Rome begins as we walk into their gym. I can't help but roll my eyes; this place has everything. I half expect to find a Starbucks hidden somewhere. "I'm not going to go easy on you." His words snap me back to reality, and I look up at him, meeting his serious gaze.

"I know, I wouldn't want you to anyway," I reply with a warm smile, surprising myself with my good mood this morning.

"I don't want to hurt you, so we'll need a safe word," Rome says as we approach the punching bag.

"Mhm, will the safe word be used for other... activities as well?" I can't help but tease, a playful smile tugging at my lips. Rome stops in his tracks and turns toward me, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"You play with fire a little too much, Firecracker," he says, giving me a new pet name.

"But it's fun playing with fire. It gets you and Azriel all flustered," I retort, folding my arms over my chest and giving him a cocky smile.

"Uh, we don't get flustered," Rome counters, mirroring my stance with a challenging look.

"Of course, you don't get flustered, do you... sir," I say, emphasizing the last word provocatively. His smile drops, and he takes a powerful step toward me. I stand my ground, a smile still on my lips as he grabs my throat, squeezing gently, enough to make his point but not to hurt.

"What's your safe word?" His voice drops to a husky growl. My mind races through all the possible outcomes of today, each one more thrilling than the last.

"Hmm, Waffles," I murmur, my childish smile only widening as Rome tightens his grip on my throat just a bit more. He lets out a breath, then releases me, and I have to stifle a whimper, sighing as I bite my lower lip.

"Rome," I whisper, barely audible, but he still turns toward me. Biting my lip nervously, I take a few small steps until I'm right in front of him. I place my hand on his cheek, and he leans into my touch, causing a smile to dance across my lips.

"Amelia," Rome warns, his tone a clear indication that he knows I'm about to make a very bad decision. But sometimes, living a little means taking risks. I bite my lower lip again and stand on my tiptoes to reach him. Being a 5'5" woman trying to kiss a 6'1" man is almost impossible, but Rome bends down, closing the distance.

The kiss is powerful, a heady mix of love, hunger, and lust. It's overwhelming, but so incredibly hot.

"Amelia," Rome almost growls into the kiss, his voice sending shivers down my spine. Damn it, why does he have this effect on me? "Tell me to stop," he pleads, but I don't want to stop. I need this, more than anything.

"Don't stop," I breathe, and with those two simple words, Rome's large hands slide under my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. I wrap my legs around his torso as he walks us into a nearby room. I'm too intoxicated by the kiss to care where we are.

My back hits a cold wall, and I realize I'm sitting on a sink in the gym bathroom. The chill sends shivers down my spine, grounding me in the moment. Rome pulls away, looking at me intently.

"Are you sure?" he asks again, his eyes searching mine. I smile and nod in response.

"Use your words, baby girl," Rome demands, his tone commanding yet tender.

"Oh, please sir, fuck me," I whisper, my voice barely audible. An evil smirk forms on Rome's lips as he begins to kiss my neck possessively, surely leaving little red and purple marks, claiming me as his. Moans escape my lips as my hands move to his hair, tugging lightly.

"Do you desire me?" Rome murmurs against my neck.

"Yes," I reply simply, my body aching for more, craving any form of friction.

"Let's see about that," Rome remarks, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. "Spread your legs." Without thinking, I obey, my mind seemingly wired to follow his every command. How can someone have such a profound effect on another?

As he pulls my leggings down, his rough hand slides up my inner thigh, sending shivers through me. He reaches my wet, throbbing core and pushes aside the thin fabric of my panties. When he slides a finger inside me, a moan escapes my lips. He continues to kiss my neck, leaving gentle, wet kisses that travel up to my jaw before capturing my mouth in another hungry, powerful kiss.

Rome breaks the kiss, leaving me breathless and wanting more. "Hmm, you weren't lying," he says, sliding his finger deeper inside me and adding another. "Now, what's your safe word?" he asks, placing his free hand on my neck with just enough pressure to be felt, using his thumb to tilt my head up.

"Waffles," I say, trying to stifle my moans. As the word leaves my mouth, he starts to thrust in and out with his strong fingers, gathering wetness and making me tremble with need.

"Good girl," he growls into my ear before placing several light kisses beneath my earlobe.

He watches as I pant, doing my best not to moan, not wanting to give him that satisfaction. Feeling a bit bratty, I bite my lower lip as he slides his strong fingers in and out of my slick opening.

"You're so fucking wet for me, Beautiful," Rome whispers, his breath hot against my ear as he pleasures me with his hand, his middle finger massaging my clit.

My hips buckle as he rolls my clit back and forth beneath his fingers. Rome's other hand moves around my waist, steadying me, making sure I don't fall if my legs give out from the intense pleasure. I clutch at his back, gripping his shirt, my nails dragging against his skin as a few moans escape my lips.

"You're doing so good, Princess," Rome coos into my ear, causing me to moan at his praise. I could get used to this.

Rome switches positions, sliding his middle and ring fingers inside me, while his thumb massages my clit. I gasp at the sudden movement, rocking my hips to take in as much as possible. This causes Rome to completely stop, a whimper escaping my lips.

"You're not in control here, Princess. I am. You take what I give you," he commands. My body instantly responds, the authority in his voice making me shiver.

Again, Rome plunges his fingers inside me, my walls tightening around them. I know I'm close, and he does as well. His pace quickens, the rhythm of his fingers and the pressure on my clit driving me to the edge. My breaths become shallow, and I cling to him, feeling the wave of pleasure building, ready to crash over me.

The sensation is overwhelming. His fingers thrust deeper, curling slightly to hit that perfect spot inside me. I can feel every ridge of his skin, every subtle movement sending electric pulses through my body. His thumb circles my clit with increasing intensity, the pressure almost unbearable in the best way possible.

My hands move up to his shoulders, gripping tightly as my body starts to tremble. Rome's eyes are locked on mine, dark and intense, his breath hot against my skin. Moans escape my lips, causing him to smile at how much I am loving this. I start to pant harder, squeezing my eyes shut as he quickens the pace of his thrusts, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. My legs start to quiver.

"Go ahead, cum for me," Rome commands, giving me permission. A pornographic moan leaves my lips as my warm juices gush over his fingers. My eyes roll back in my head as I ride out my orgasm.

"Oh my god," I breathe out, standing up to prove I can do it on my own without his help. Maybe that's the independence in me. I watch as he licks his fingers, making me wet all over again. God, I'm horny.

"No strings attached?" Rome asks as I turn on the sink to clean myself up.

"I don't know yet," I answer honestly. I look at him through the mirror, biting my lower lip nervously. "If I'm being honest, Rome... I'm not sure if I am capable of love. And by saying that, I mean I don't know if I am able to love two people at once. I'll always overthink things, that's just who I am." I turn towards him, placing a hand on his cheek. "But I'll try," I say, giving up on making it hard for them. I want to love, I want to love them, I want to be loved. Maybe this is my chance.

Rome's eyes soften at my words, and he leans into my touch, his hand covering mine on his cheek. "That's all I can ask for," he murmurs, his voice tender. "We just want a chance, Amelia. To show you that you can be loved, and you can love in return. One step at a time."

I nod, feeling a mixture of hope and fear swirling inside me. "One step at a time," I repeat, more to myself than to him.

He gives me a small, reassuring smile before pulling me into a gentle hug. "We'll figure it out together," he promises.