From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 285

**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 285**

A smirk danced across his lips, that familiar crooked grin that never failed to send a thrill of excitement racing through my veins. It was as if the world around us faded away, leaving just the two of us suspended in this electrifying moment. Then, he lowered his head again, and the breath he exhaled against my core sent a jolt of electricity coursing through me. My entire body tightened, a delicious anticipation curling low in my belly, igniting every nerve ending.

And then, the first lick came. It was slow, deliberate, a long, lingering caress that was utterly devastating.

A gasp escaped my lips, my thighs trembling as he dragged his tongue from the top to the bottom, igniting a fire within me. My hands instinctively found their way into his hair, holding him in place as my hips bucked involuntarily against his face. His tongue moved in lazy circles, then transitioned to firmer strokes, creating a rhythm that resonated with the soft sounds of my moans and the gentle cadence of his breathing, enveloping me in a cocoon of pleasure.

“Roman…” My voice trembled as I uttered his name, a mix of longing and desperation. My body ached for him, for everything he was giving me, and for everything he was about to take away.

For a fleeting moment, as I stared up at the ceiling, clarity broke through the haze of ecstasy that enveloped me. Even amidst the waves of pleasure, that singular thought pulsed in my chest, a reminder of what we were supposed to be doing tonight. We were meant to confront the conversation we had both been avoiding for far too long. Babies.

No more delaying the inevitable.

“Roman?” I whispered, my voice barely rising above a breathy sigh.

He hummed against me, the vibration sending a shudder through my body, enhancing the sensations coursing through me.

“There’s something I want to talk about,” I managed to half-moan as his hands moved upward, gently enveloping my breasts, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

I couldn’t help but laugh nervously at the absurdity of bringing this up in such a moment.

He lifted his head, that teasing smirk still in place, his lips glistening with remnants of our shared intimacy. “I’m listening, my love,” he said, his tone inviting yet tinged with mischief.

I hesitated, caught in the whirlwind of our physical connection and the weight of the conversation I was about to initiate. He remained nestled between my thighs, breathing heavily, his gaze fixed on me as though I were his very lifeline. My heart thundered in my chest, urging me to speak the words I had been holding back.

“Babies,” I finally blurted out, the word hanging in the air like a fragile crystal.

His head tilted slightly, a flicker of confusion crossing his handsome features. He bit down gently on my inner thigh, a playful yet surprising gesture that made me yelp. “What about them?” he asked, his brow furrowing.

My pulse quickened. “What do you think about them?”

For a moment, he was still, his expression shifting as he processed my question. “They’re… red and tiny,” he replied finally, the innocence of his answer almost making me laugh. “Especially when they’re born.”

“Roman,” I said, exasperated, “come on. You know what I mean.”

And that’s when I saw the change in his expression; the teasing demeanor faded, replaced by something more serious, something I recognized all too well.

He sat up slowly, running a hand through his damp hair, the playful glint in his eyes replaced by a more somber reality. “Sav,” he said, his voice dropping to a lower, quieter tone, “I’ve told you this before. I don’t want children.”

The impact of his words hit me like a stone sinking deep into my chest. I propped myself up on my elbows, searching his face for any hint of softness, any sign that he might reconsider. “You’re still holding on to that? After everything we’ve been through?”

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