From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 103

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**

The air was thick with tension as I exhaled slowly, my heart racing in my chest. “Well?” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper, yet laced with urgency. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”

His response was a low, wicked chuckle that sent shivers down my spine. With an almost deliberate slowness, he began to peel my dress up and over my hips, his palm gliding over the curve of my backside as if he were committing every detail to memory.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a rich, velvety caress that made my skin prickle with desire.

I widened my stance, instinctively bracing myself for what was to come. Anticipation coiled tightly within me, a spring ready to snap, as I heard the unmistakable sound of his belt unbuckling and the zipper of his pants sliding down. My breath hitched as he fisted himself once, then twice, before pressing the length of his cock against the delicate barrier of my thong.

A moan escaped my lips, unbidden. “Roman—please.”

“When I first laid eyes on this dress, I never imagined I’d be fucking you in it,” he confessed, his tone slow and teasing, as if savoring the moment.

“Well, I never imagined a lot of things either, but here we are,” I shot back, turning slightly to the side, my impatience bubbling to the surface. “Are you putting it in or not?”

With a smirk that was both infuriating and intoxicating, he hooked the thong aside and surged forward, sliding into me with one deep, forceful thrust that stole the breath from my lungs. The impact shoved me against the mirror, and I would have cracked my skull if it weren’t for his iron grip on my waist.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he established a brutal rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.

I clung desperately to the edge of the vanity, my nails digging into the polished wood as every nerve in my body screamed to keep quiet. But each thrust drove deeper, battering the breath from my chest and rendering silence impossible.

“As if I don’t know you,” Roman snarled in my ear, his hand slipping between my thighs, rubbing mercilessly. “Don’t you dare hold back, Savannah.”

A cry tore from my throat, raw and desperate, followed by another, and soon I found myself begging, panting, unraveling beneath his relentless touch.

“Yes! Roman, don’t stop!”

“Eyes on the mirror,” he commanded, his voice a low growl that sent a thrill down my spine.

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