From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 42

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**by Serene L. Arden**

My palms struck the cool surface of the window as he drove into me, the glass quickly fogging beneath my touch, my breath escaping in frantic, desperate moans.

With a fierce intensity, he thrust deeper, one hand moving to encircle my clit, igniting a fire within me that spiraled out of control. My legs quivered beneath me, and the soft moans that had escaped my lips morphed into cries of sheer ecstasy.

Roman didn’t relent.

I gasped, my hand gripping the leather seat beneath me as his hips collided with mine, each thrust brutal, each impact resonating deep within me. The glass fogged further with my heavy breaths, as if it were a canvas for the heat of our encounter—he was determined to make a point, to assert his claim on me from the very core of my being.

Then, in one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me.

A cry erupted from my lips as I slammed my palm against the window for what felt like the millionth time, my fingers leaving imprints in the condensation that clung to the glass.

He grunted, his grip tightening on my hips, pulling me back onto him again and again, each thrust penetrating deeper, harder. One hand tangled in my hair, while the other—oh God—wrapped around my throat, not in a choking manner, but in a possessive way that kept me still, allowing me to feel every inch of him.

I dared to look up.

The window was completely fogged now, streaked with rain and the trails of my fingers. My reflection was nowhere to be found. It was just us, enveloped in a world of our own—sweat, breath, and the slick sound of skin meeting skin.

His grip on my throat tightened as he continued to piston into me. “You feel that?” he groaned, his hips crashing into mine with a raw urgency. “That’s what you’ve been missing, Sav. That’s what every other man could never give you.”

Words failed me. All I could do was moan, panting heavily, drool slipping down the glass. Every part of him filled me, thick and relentless, perfect in its intensity.

He reached around again, his fingers finding my clit, and it was like a dam breaking within me. I shattered, sobbing out his name, my legs trembling uncontrollably beneath me.

As the world tilted, my knees threatened to give way. But he was there, yanking me back up with a growl that sent shivers down my spine.

“Don’t you dare fall,” he murmured against my neck, his voice low and commanding. “You take it, Savannah. Every inch.”

“I am—I am, I—Roman, oh my God—”

Without warning, my orgasm crashed over me, tearing through my spine like a wild storm. My body convulsed, spasms rippling through me as my thighs quaked.

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