From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 77

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 77**
**Chapter 49: Don’t Stop**

His other hand glided over my body, fingers splaying across my stomach before embarking on a tantalizing journey higher. The sensation sent shivers down my spine as he circled my nipples through the delicate fabric of my dress, each flick igniting a fire within me that made my breath hitch sharply.

I pushed feebly against his chest, a half-hearted attempt to regain control. “Please, Roman. Please take me—”

“I will,” he interrupted, his voice a low growl that sent a thrill through me. His grip tightened around my breast, and my knees felt like they might give way at any moment. “And I won’t stop until you’re holding me up.”

His kiss was deep and deliberate, each second stretching into eternity, as if he were savoring every moment of the wait he’d endured. He pressed his lips against mine again, this time with a slow, smoldering intensity that made my heart race.

With an urgency that was almost frantic, he pressed me against the wall, his hands tugging impatiently at my dress until it rested above my waist, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.

“Let’s see what I’ve been missing,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.

Without breaking our connection, his free hand slid down, fingers finding the heat between my legs. I gasped into his mouth, the shock of his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through me, but he showed no sign of stopping.

“That dress was in my way,” he muttered darkly, “Now nothing is.”

His knuckles brushed over my sensitive heat, and the sound he made when he discovered how ready I was was low and dangerous, sending a jolt of desire straight to my core.

“You’ve been thinking about me too,” he rasped, his breath mingling with mine, “I can feel it.”

By now, I was writhing against him, my body a mess of conflicting sensations, whimpers and moans spilling from my lips as if I were under a spell. There was only one word my mouth had been conditioned to utter.

“Please…”

He grinned, a dark, mischievous smile that sent a thrill through me. “If you insist, love.”

Before I could gather my thoughts, he pulled me flush against the wall, his body heat radiating through the fabric of my dress. One leg hooked over his waist, while the other trembled beneath me, shaking with the intensity of the moment as he steadied me with firm hands.

He pressed his hot erection against me, grinding into me with a raw hunger. “You feel that?” he murmured, rolling his hips against mine. “That’s what you’ve been doing to me since the very first time. And I’m going to bury it so deep inside you, you’ll learn how to breathe without me.”

A sound escaped me, a mixture of a moan and a gasp, his words resonating deep within my soul.

His hands gripped my thigh, holding me tight, while the other fumbled with the zipper of his pants, freeing himself with a deliberate slowness that sent my pulse racing.

He shoved his pants down just enough, and then he was there—thick, hard, pulsing against me, a promise of what was to come.

He didn’t tease.

He didn’t hesitate.

With a hungry groan, he drove into me with a fierce, claiming thrust that forced my back harder against the wall, ripping a cry from my throat.

Stars exploded behind my eyes as he filled me completely, my head falling back, lips parting in a loud, desperate cry as his hips slammed forward with ruthless power.

“I love your body,” he grunted, “but it’s more than that. It’s the way you fight against it, the way you give in anyway. I can’t breathe without you.”

I bit down on my lip, tasting the familiar coppery flavor of blood, a reminder of how far I had fallen into this wild, intoxicating moment.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, my nails digging into his arms, desperate for something to hold onto.

“Say it again,” he growled, his hips snapping into mine with an urgency that set my entire being on fire. “Say my name when I’m inside you.”

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