From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 76

**Chapter 76: Don’t Beg**

Roman’s hand, large and warm, pressed firmly against my waist, drawing me into the magnetic pull of his heat. It felt as if the world around us faded, leaving just the two of us entwined in this moment. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto mine with a hunger that sent shivers racing through my body. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice a low, teasing whisper that wrapped around me like silk. “What’s got you feeling this undone?”

A rush of warmth flooded my cheeks, and I fought to control my breath, struggling against the wave of desire that threatened to overwhelm me. “You,” I admitted, my voice thick with longing.

A slow, wicked smile spread across his lips, igniting something deep within me. He slid his hand up the smooth curve of my thigh, his fingertips dancing over the fabric of my dress as if it were nothing more than a delicate veil.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, the words escaping my lips like a prayer.

“I can’t afford not to, Sav,” he replied, his tone dropping to a velvety growl that sent a jolt of excitement through me.

He moved with the grace of a predator, deliberate and tantalizing, his hands gliding down my sides before slipping beneath the hem of my dress. The rough edge of his fingers brushed against the delicate fabric of my panties, tracing the curve of my hip with a featherlight teasing that made my breath hitch in my throat.

“Roman,” I breathed, my voice thick with need and desperation.

He lifted his head, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “May 17,” he said, his voice smooth and sultry.

Without a moment’s hesitation, I responded, “Please.”

His fingers hooked the edge of my panties with a careful, teasing precision. The cool night air hit my exposed skin as he slowly slid them down, inch by tantalizing inch, until they pooled around my ankles.

With a casual flick of his wrist, he picked them up and folded them neatly into his pocket, his eyes raking over me with a dark, possessive hunger that made my heart race. I swallowed hard, anticipation twisting tightly in my belly. His lips pressed a featherlight kiss just above my breasts, trailing upward with agonizing slowness, each soft touch igniting a fire beneath my skin.

Then, just when I thought he would finally claim my lips, he stopped, kneeling before me. His hands braced against the rough wall behind me, his breath hot where I needed him most. He parted my thighs as if he were marking his territory, a primal declaration of possession.

“Don’t even think about stopping me,” he warned, his gaze locked onto mine, dark and hungry. “You’re mine.”

His tongue flicked out, teasingly slow, tracing a delicate path up my inner thigh that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me.

As his mouth descended, lips parting to capture the swollen, glistening folds of my sex, my hips bucked instinctively in response. Every nerve in my body ignited, setting me ablaze with desire.

Roman’s tongue circled my clit with expert precision, his breath hot and ragged against my slick skin. I gasped, arching into him, the exquisite torment of his touch sending shivers cascading down my spine.

He licked and teased, swirling his tongue faster, harder, as if he were determined to unravel me completely. His fingers pressed into my hip, steadying me as he sank deeper, his mouth taking more of me in, sucking and nipping softly, sending me spiraling into a world of pleasure I had never known.

Desperation clawed at me as I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, craving more of him, wishing to press his face deeper into me. I was lost in the sensation, wanting him to never stop. My body responded to his every touch, a symphony of need and longing.

“That’s it,” he rasped against my core, the rough scrape of his voice vibrating through me. “You remember how good it is. How good I make you feel.”

“Please,” I begged, my voice raw and broken. “Don’t stop.”

Roman growled low in his throat, his fingers digging into my thighs, holding me firmly in place, completely under his control. His mouth moved with ferocious intent, his tongue plunging deep, swirling around the sensitive entrance, teasing the spot that had me trembling uncontrollably.

My hips jerked, pressing insistently against his face, desperate for release.

“You’re shaking already,” he murmured, a smirk lacing his voice that made me want to slap him… or pull him even closer.

When his tongue swept over me again, I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to escape, worried that someone might hear me. But he didn’t relent—he circled, licked, and drew me higher and higher until I could feel my body clenching in anticipation.

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