From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 58

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**

**Chapter 58**

“There it is,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers racing down my thighs, igniting a fire within me. “Begging already, sweetheart?”

I felt the heat of embarrassment creeping up my cheeks, a part of me wanting to deny it, but another deliberate swirl of his tongue had me gasping instead. “Let me touch you. Please. I want—”

“You want?” he prodded, pulling back just enough that the absence of his warmth felt like a punch to my gut, a cruel tease that left me yearning.

“I want my hands in your hair,” I blurted out, desperation lacing my tone like a melody I couldn’t control.

“And what would you do with them, Savannah?” he asked, his voice smooth like silk, yet laced with an edge that made my heart race.

I bucked into him, the need overwhelming. “Press you deeper. Hold you there. Make you—oh God—”

“Make me what?” His tone was almost languid, yet his mouth was anything but lazy.

“Make you finish me,” I panted, the words spilling from my lips like a confession.

He chuckled softly against my skin, the sound vibrating through me, igniting every nerve. “Told you you’d beg.”

“I want to touch you. Please.” I begged shamelessly, my voice a whisper filled with longing.

He chuckled, dark and rich, a sound that wrapped around me like a warm blanket. “Of course you do, Sav. But you’re staying right where you are.”

And then he moved. Fast.

With a swift motion, he dropped my thighs from his shoulder, sliding his hands under my backside, gripping me hard, and dragged me to the edge of the bed in one rough pull. My legs fell wider, dangling over the sides, completely open to him, vulnerability flooding through me.

I made a strangled sound, torn between the heat of embarrassment and the shiver of anticipation that raked down my spine, each sensation intensifying my desire.

Then he bent down, his mouth hot and relentless, a force of nature that had me gasping.

The first deep stroke had my head snapping back against the pillow. “Oh God—”

“Not God,” he said into me, his voice deep and commanding, not even pausing to let me catch my breath. “Say my name.”

“Roman,” I gasped, the sound escaping me like a sob, raw and unfiltered.

He alternated between slow, languid licks that made me whimper and quick, devastating flicks that had my hips surging up, only for him to push me back down, holding me in place like I was his to command.

“Press into me,” he ordered suddenly, pulling me even closer, his grip bruising yet possessive. “Go on, love. Use me.”

I did, unable to stop myself, grinding against his mouth until I thought I might lose my mind. His hands kept me steady, his tongue ruthless, every stroke and shift in rhythm calculated to break me open, to unravel me completely.

My wrists burned from straining, my muscles ached to pull him closer, to drag him impossibly deeper. “Please, Roman, please—”

He hummed against me, the sound sending a jolt through my very core. “Almost there, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush. “Please don’t stop.”

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