From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 246

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 246**

A sharp gasp escaped her lips as I eased myself into her, savoring the slow, deliberate rhythm of our reunion. Each inch felt like a long-awaited return, a homecoming that transcended time itself. Her body wrapped around me, instinctively welcoming me as if we had been waiting for aeons to reclaim this exquisite connection.

Her fingers clutched the sheets tightly, the fabric crumpling beneath her grip. The sound of my name broke free from her throat, a mixture of surprise and longing.

I paused, holding myself still within her for just a heartbeat, allowing the world to fade away. In that fleeting moment, our heartbeats synchronized, a quiet testament to the bond we shared. Then, with renewed fervor, I pulled back and surged forward again, this time with more intensity. The sound that escaped her lips—a beautiful, raw cry—sent a shiver racing through my entire being.

“Oh my God!” she gasped, her voice laced with disbelief and pleasure.

“Still so tight,” I groaned, my breath hitching in my throat. “It’s as if your body remembers everything we’ve ever shared.”

A soft whimper escaped her, muffled against the pillow, and I seized a handful of her hair, gently pulling her head back just enough to lean in and whisper into her ear, “Don’t hide from me. I want to hear every sound you make.”

Her moans filled the room, starting off soft and tentative before morphing into something wild and broken, a melody that echoed our passion. I established a relentless rhythm, my body instinctively taking over where words fell short. My hand glided up to her throat, applying just enough pressure—a reminder of the delicate balance between control and trust. Meanwhile, my other hand slipped beneath her, fingers searching for that sensitive spot that made her tremble violently beneath me.

“I love this,” I rasped, my voice thick with emotion. “I love seeing you like this. Owned like this. Mine like this.”

“Fuck. Keep talking,” she demanded, her body quaking with need. “Yes, Roman—”

“Say it,” I urged softly, my lips brushing against her ear. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” she gasped, her voice raw and unsteady. “You, Roman. Always you. It’ll always be you.”

That declaration shattered whatever restraint I had left. With renewed vigor, I drove into her harder, faster, her name spilling from her lips in a desperate mantra that transcended language—pure need, pure pleading.

When she reached her peak, it was anything but soft or quiet. Her entire body seized around me, her voice catching in her throat as she cried out my name, the sound echoing off the walls. I didn’t relent; I held her through the waves of pleasure, continuing to move within her as her muscles quivered and tears spilled from her eyes.

Moments later, I followed her into that abyss, the release crashing over me like a tempest I had no hope of containing. I buried myself deep within her, groaning her name against her shoulder until the world quieted, leaving us with nothing but the sound of our intertwined breaths.

We collapsed together, still connected, my arms instinctively wrapping around her from behind. Her skin glistened with sweat, warm and soft against me. I pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, savoring the taste of salt and her essence.

—

She exhaled shakily, her breath hitching in the aftermath. “You feel…” she trailed off, the words failing her.

“Like home?” I whispered, my voice barely above a murmur.

She nodded, a faint sound of agreement escaping her lips, a soft affirmation that filled the space between us with warmth.

We lay there in silence for what felt like an eternity, neither of us daring to break the spell. I could feel the rise and fall of her chest against my arm, the tiny aftershocks still coursing through her. My fingers traced slow circles over her hip, memorizing every curve as if it were a fleeting treasure.

For the first time in days, the ache in my chest had vanished. There was no anger, no bitterness, no uncertainty—only her. The woman who had somehow become both my lifeline and my undoing, all at once.

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