Do You See Me?
♡ Finally finished the first part of this fic! The first few chapters of Part 2 will be coming out in about a week or two. ♡
Hemlock Grove
Rating: Explicit 18+
Relationships: Roman Godfrey/Original Female Character
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Summary:
Lenore Valentina takes a job at Godfrey Towers for a clean reset.
Then Roman Godfrey notices her.
What begins as friction, turns into something private and consuming. But Hemlock Grove is rotting at the edges, and the deeper Lenore digs, the clearer it becomes. Godfrey Towers was never just a job.
It was apart of a hunting ground.
And she's already inside it.
Chapter 18 Excerpt (Spoiler!):
Roman’s chest lifts and falls more noticeably now, the rhythm roughened at the edges. He tries to keep it contained, like he can discipline his body into behaving, but it keeps betraying him in small, gorgeous ways. A deeper inhale. A slower exhale. The faint tension in his ribs like he’s holding himself back from reacting too honestly.
He isn’t used to anyone having this kind of access, this kind of leverage. Control is his oxygen, and yet here he was, letting her breathe it all in.
And he doesn’t stop her.
Because ending it would be the real loss. Because she’s found a nerve and he wants her to stay right there. Because being seen and coming undone at the same time feels like something he shouldn’t crave from her… and still does.
And Lenore notices.
"This is new..." She says softly, her eyes dropping back down.
Trying her absolute best to maintain focus, before the sight causes her to fold. Her soft hands now gently wraps around his shaft, enjoying the heat of him in her palms. Her mouth watering for just a fraction.
As if she couldn’t help herself, Lenore's lips finally wrap around the head, and Roman can feel the heat of her mouth, the wet glide of her tongue circling his tip. It's a sensation that sends electricity straight to his gut, making his hips buck involuntarily.
And Lenore can already taste it, the sweet flavor of herself, mixed with his pre cum. The lingering traces of their earlier encounter. The memory causing her thighs to squeeze together, a small relief.
Roman inhales roughly. The sensation already tipping him over as he watches the surrender with quiet satisfaction.
"Fuck." he breathes out, his composure cracking as his fingers tighten in her hair. "Don't tease."
Lenore hums in response, satisfied with his needy plea.
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