Chapter 285
In Chapter 285 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” the story unfolds in an intimate and charged moment between the two main characters, Sav and Roman. The chapter begins with a vivid description of their physical connection, highlighting the thrill and excitement they share. As they engage in a passionate encounter, Sav is overwhelmed by both pleasure and the weight of an important conversation they have been avoiding—discussing the possibility of having children. This mix of desire and anxiety sets the emotional tone for the chapter.
As the physical intimacy intensifies, Sav gathers the courage to bring up the topic of babies, a subject that has been a source of tension in their relationship. Roman’s initial playful demeanor shifts when he realizes the seriousness of the conversation. He expresses his firm stance against having children, which hits Sav hard. The emotional impact of his words creates a palpable distance between them, contrasting sharply with the warmth they had just shared. Sav’s desperation for understanding and connection becomes evident as she grapples with Roman’s refusal to consider starting a family.
The dialogue between them reveals deep-seated fears and unspoken truths. Sav’s frustration grows as she questions Roman’s unwillingness to embrace a future that includes children, feeling that his love for her should naturally extend to wanting a family. Roman, on the other hand, insists that their love is sufficient without the need for children, emphasizing his desire to protect Sav from potential risks. This disagreement lays bare their differing visions for the future, creating a significant emotional rift.
As their conversation unfolds, the atmosphere shifts from one of passion to one of profound sadness and confusion. Sav feels a sense of loss not only for the future she desires but also for the intimacy that has suddenly turned cold. The chapter captures her internal struggle as she fights to maintain her composure while facing the reality of their differing desires. The silence that follows their heated exchange becomes deafening, symbolizing the emotional chasm that has opened up between them.
In the end, the chapter closes on a note of unresolved tension. The love they share is evident, but the stark reality of their differing aspirations looms large. Sav’s heartache is palpable as she questions Roman’s feelings, and his silence speaks volumes about the fear and uncertainty that both characters face. The chapter leaves readers with a sense of longing and the weight of unfulfilled dreams, setting the stage for the challenges that lie ahead in their relationship.
**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
**Chapter 285 p>
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 p>
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 p>
“Roman,” I said, exasperated, “come on. You know what I mean p>
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 p>
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 p>
His silence felt like a chasm opening between us, deeper than any words could convey.
He looked away, the muscles in his jaw tightening as if bracing against an invisible weight. For a brief moment, I held onto the hope that he might soften, that he might offer a gentle reassurance or a half-promise to ease the sting of his refusal. But he remained resolute.
The atmosphere shifted, growing colder as the steam of our earlier passion dissipated, leaving only the faint scent of soap and the sound of our labored breathing echoing in the silence.
“Roman…” I whispered again, my voice quaking with an emotion I could barely contain. “Answer me p>
He ran a hand down his face, letting out a long, weary breath. “Sav, this isn’t about you, and you know that p>
I forced a laugh that came out sharper than I intended. “Then what is it about? The stupid curse? Or is it just your personal decision, huh? Because I’m trying to understand how you can make love to me, hold me like this, love me the way you do, and still not want to start a family with me p>
“Because it’s different,” he interrupted, his tone firm but devoid of cruelty. “What I feel for you, what we have—it doesn’t need that to be real, my love. I don’t need to risk your life to prove that I want to be with you forever.” He rubbed his face in frustration. “We’re happy, Sav. We’re good this way. We don’t need anything else p>
I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest. “You mean you don’t need a family. Speak for yourself, Roman. Because I know what I want p>
His silence was deafening, an answer in itself. Something inside me cracked—not a shatter, not yet, but the unmistakable beginning of one.
I sank back onto the bed, turning my face toward the ceiling as if it might offer me some semblance of clarity. I could still feel him lingering between my thighs, his touch imprinted on my skin, yet suddenly everything felt hollow, devoid of the warmth it once held.
For a moment, we were both still, suspended in a bubble of silence that felt heavier than the air around us.
Roman reached for my hand. I didn’t pull away, but I couldn’t bring myself to squeeze back either. His thumb brushed over my knuckles, a tender gesture that felt like he was trying to memorize something that was already slipping through his fingers.
“Sav,” he said softly, his voice laced with sincerity, “you know I love you. Even more than my own life p>
The ache in my throat made it hard to breathe. “Then why does it feel like you don’t p>
His eyes met mine, filled with the same storm I had seen countless times before—a tempest I often mistook for depth, when perhaps it was merely fear. He didn’t respond.
And that silence spoke volumes, revealing everything I needed to know. I turned away, blinking back the heat in my eyes. My chest tightened painfully, but I forced a small, trembling smile, because that was my defense mechanism—pretending it didn’t hurt until it inevitably did.
The towel beneath us was damp and cold, a stark contrast to the warmth we had shared moments ago. The air felt heavy, thick with unspoken words.
“Sav, please.” His voice broke through the silence, filled with exhaustion. “Let’s not fight over this. I’ve told you before that I didn’t want kids. I don’t think we should be bringing this up p>
I closed my eyes, whispering barely loud enough for either of us to hear, “Not even with me p>
He said nothing.
And the quiet that followed was louder than anything I had ever experienced.
In the aftermath of our heated exchange, the weight of unfulfilled desires hung heavily in the air, a palpable reminder of the chasm that had opened between us. The intimacy we had shared moments before now felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the stark reality of our diverging paths. I could feel the remnants of our connection slipping away, replaced by the icy grip of uncertainty. Roman’s love, once a source of warmth and comfort, now felt like a bittersweet echo of what could have been. As I lay there, the silence between us grew thick and suffocating, each heartbeat a reminder of the dreams we had yet to reconcile.
In that moment, I understood that love alone might not bridge the gap between our desires. My heart ached for the future I envisioned, one filled with laughter and the pitter-patter of tiny feet, while he remained steadfast in his conviction to keep our world as it was. The tender gestures that once conveyed a promise of forever now felt like chains, binding me to a reality I was no longer sure I could accept. I turned away, forcing a smile that trembled on my lips, masking the storm of emotions within. I realized that love, while beautiful, could also be a source of profound heartache when dreams fold into broken time, leaving us to navigate the shadows of what once was and what may never be.
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter p>
As the tension between Sav and Roman reaches a boiling point, the next chapter promises to delve deeper into the emotional chasm that has formed between them. With the weight of their unspoken desires and fears hanging heavily in the air, readers can expect a raw exploration of their relationship dynamics. Will Sav muster the courage to confront Roman about his fears, or will she retreat further into her own heartache? The fragility of their connection is palpable, and the stakes have never been higher as they grapple with the possibility of irreconcilable differences.
Moreover, the looming question of family will echo throughout their interactions, forcing both characters to confront their own insecurities and desires. The chapter will likely reveal pivotal moments of vulnerability, where secrets and unfiltered truths surface, challenging their love in ways they never anticipated. Expect unexpected revelations that could either bridge the gap between them or drive them further apart, leaving readers on the edge of their seats, eager to see how their story unfolds. With the promise of both heartache and hope, the next chapter is set to be a rollercoaster of emotions that will resonate long after the final page is turned.
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.