Chapter 293
In Chapter 169 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” titled “We’ll Keep Trying,” the intense emotional and physical connection between Savannah and Roman is explored in depth. The chapter opens with a tender moment where Roman’s touch ignites a warmth in Savannah, contrasting with the chill in the air. Their playful banter reveals a deep affection, as Savannah teases Roman about their earlier encounter, and he admits he missed her, leading to a passionate kiss that feels like a return home for both of them.
As their intimacy deepens, Roman’s exploration of Savannah’s body becomes a language of love and possession. Each caress and kiss is laden with emotion, creating a sense of belonging and safety. The chapter captures the electric tension between them, with Roman’s actions conveying both desire and reverence. Savannah’s vulnerability is beautifully juxtaposed with Roman’s protective tenderness, as he kisses her belly with a soft reverence that speaks volumes about their bond.
The scene escalates as Roman’s desire becomes palpable, and Savannah responds with an eagerness that reflects her longing for connection. Their shared moments are filled with unhurried passion, each touch and kiss intensifying the atmosphere of intimacy. The chapter vividly describes the physical sensations that overwhelm Savannah, leading to a climactic moment of ecstasy that binds them even closer together, illustrating the depth of their love and commitment.
After the passionate encounter, there is a profound sense of satisfaction and connection. Savannah expresses her love for Roman, and he reciprocates with a declaration that she is his world. This exchange emphasizes the emotional foundation of their relationship, highlighting the intertwining of their physical and emotional journeys. The chapter concludes with a sense of completeness, leaving readers with the impression that their bond is unbreakable and ever-growing.
**Chapter 169: We’ll Keep Trying p>
**Savannah p>
Roman’s fingertip traced the delicate curve of my hipbone, igniting a shiver that rippled through me, but it had nothing to do with the chill in the air. His dark, intense gaze held mine captive, a magnetic pull that made the world outside fade into oblivion. “Missed this,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive hollow beneath my ear, sending a thrill coursing through me. “Missed you p>
A soft sigh escaped my lips, a sound that was both playful and vulnerable. “Even after earlier?” I teased, my fingers weaving into the short, dark silk of his hair, feeling the warmth radiate from him.
“Especially after earlier.” His smile was a fleeting flash, a spark of joy that lit up my neck before his mouth found mine. The kiss was slow and deep, a gentle exploration rather than a frantic rush. It felt like a homecoming, a return to a place where I belonged. The familiar taste of Roman enveloped me, his solid weight settling over me, pressing me into the softness of our bed. The comforter bunched beneath my body, cocooning us in warmth.
His hands roamed freely, mapping territory they knew intimately yet rediscovering it with each touch. Strong fingers explored every inch of my body, igniting sensations that made me arch against him. His caress on my breast transcended mere physicality; it was a language of possession and reverence that made my heart race.
“God, Sav,” he breathed against my skin, his thumb circling my nipple until it peaked beneath his touch. “Perfect p>
His mouth closed around one, sucking gently, then shifting to the other, alternating between the two with a rhythm that made me gasp. I arched into him, holding his head close, my body yearning for more, more, more.
The air kissed my stomach and ribs as he pulled the comforter away, tossing it aside with a casual grace that made my heart flutter. His lips followed the path his hands had taken, descending with deliberate slowness.
He paused at my belly, pressing a kiss there that felt different—softer, laden with unspoken emotions. My hand drifted unconsciously to the spot, a gesture that felt instinctual. His eyes met mine, a silent understanding passing between us. He saw me.
He kissed my belly again, the gesture achingly tender. “My Savannah,” he whispered, the words vibrating against my skin, traveling straight to my core, igniting a warmth that spread through me. He kissed lower, parting my thighs with a deliberate slowness.
Roman settled between my thighs, his sweats still frustratingly in place, yet his gaze roamed over me with a look of pure, focused desire that stole my breath away. “Beautiful,” he stated, his voice low and filled with awe.
His large, warm hands slid beneath me, gripping the backs of my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed with a possessive tenderness that sent a jolt through my entire being.
I gasped as his thumbs brushed the sensitive inner skin, gently spreading me open. In that moment, everything else faded away. There was only the heat between us, the intoxicating scent of our shared intimacy, and the intense focus of Roman’s gaze locked onto mine. “I love you,” he whispered, the words soft yet resonant, filling the intimate space between us like a sacred promise.
“I love you too.” A smile broke across my face, warm and genuine.
Then, without warning, his mouth was on me.
The first slow sweep of his tongue made me cry out, my fingers twisting desperately in the sheets. It wasn’t frantic; it was a declaration of devotion. He explored me with unhurried precision, learning each fold, each sensitive crest, his tongue swirling in languid circles that built a tension deep within me.
My hips lifted off the bed, seeking more pressure, more friction, a primal need that surged through me. He held me steady, his hands firm on my thighs, keeping me open to him, vulnerable yet safe.
“Roman p>
My voice was a gasp, a plea that hung in the air, thick with desire. My body trembled under his touch, and he hummed against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my nerves. I could feel the tremor starting deep inside, a slow build coiling tighter and tighter with every purposeful stroke of his tongue, every gentle suck on my clit.
My legs shook against the grip of his hands when his eyes flicked up to meet mine, dark and smoldering. “Please p>
He didn’t hurry. He savored every moment, drawing it out, driving me higher and higher, teasing me with his skill.
My breath came in short, sharp gasps as I stared up at the ceiling, squeezing my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sensations crashing over me. The coil inside me snapped. Pleasure detonated, radiating outwards in blinding waves, pulsing through me in time with the frantic beat of my heart.
I arched off the bed with a raw cry, fingers clawing at the sheets, tangling in his hair, my body surrendering completely to the ecstasy he coaxed from me.
Roman held me through the aftershocks, his lips pressed softly against my inner thigh, soothing the tremors as they gradually subsided. He kissed a path back up my body, finding my lips again, and I tasted myself on his mouth, the intimacy of it breathtaking.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close, my body feeling boneless and humming with satisfaction. “I love you,” I murmured against his lips, my voice thick with emotion. I ran my hands down his back, feeling the warmth of him beneath my fingers. “I love you so much, Roman p>
“You’re my world, Savannah p>
**Roman p>
As my hand slid down her spine, I felt a slow, possessive glide that made her shiver, but never from the cold. No, there was never any chill when I touched her. She arched into my pressure, always seeking more, craving the connection that bound us together.
In this moment of exquisite intimacy, Savannah and Roman have transcended the barriers that once separated them, forging a bond that feels both fragile and unbreakable. Their shared vulnerability has allowed them to explore not just the physical aspects of their relationship, but the deeper emotional currents that flow between them. Each tender touch and whispered confession has woven a tapestry of love and desire, illuminating the shadows of their past struggles. It is a homecoming, a reaffirmation of their commitment to one another, echoing the promise that they will continue to fight for their love despite the challenges that life may throw their way.
As they bask in the warmth of their connection, the world outside fades into insignificance. The intimacy they share is a sanctuary, a space where they can lay bare their souls and find solace in one another. Roman’s declaration of love resonates with Savannah, grounding her in the reality of their shared dreams and aspirations. Together, they have navigated the complexities of their emotions, emerging stronger and more united. With hearts intertwined and spirits ignited, they are ready to face whatever comes next, knowing that as long as they have each other, they can weather any storm.
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter p>
In the upcoming chapter of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” readers can anticipate a shift from the intimate cocoon that Savannah and Roman have created to the outside world that looms just beyond their sanctuary. As their bond deepens, the repercussions of their passionate reunion will start to unravel, bringing forth challenges that threaten to disrupt the fragile peace they’ve carved out for themselves. Secrets long buried may resurface, and unexpected visitors could intrude upon their bliss, testing the strength of their love and the promises they’ve made to each other.
Moreover, the emotional stakes will rise as Savannah grapples with her own fears and insecurities, questioning whether their love can withstand the trials that lie ahead. Roman, too, will face his demons, confronting the shadows of his past that threaten to encroach upon their happiness. As tensions mount, readers will be left on the edge of their seats, wondering if their connection can endure the storm brewing outside their door. Expect heart-pounding moments, raw vulnerability, and the undeniable chemistry that has become the hallmark of their journey together. Will love be enough to keep them together, or will the forces of fate tear them apart?
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.