Chapter 381
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The cool air hit my exposed skin, but I barely noticed. Roman was already pulling off his own shorts, his cock springing free, thick and flushed. I felt him before saw him–the heat of his body pressing against my back, the slick head of his erection nudging between my cheeks.
“Tell me you want this, ” he demanded, his voice rough, his hand sliding up to grip my breast, his thumb rolling my nipple between his fingers. “Tell me you’re mine. ”
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes. ” The word was a breath, a vow. “I’m yours. Forever p>
Roman didn’t wait. He guided himself to my entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against me,
stretching me open as he pushed inside.
I gasped, my fingers clawing at the sheets, my body adjusting to the intrusion. He went slow, so slow it was torture, each inch filling me until his hips finally met my ass, his balls heavy against me. “Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. “You feel like bliss p>
I could only whimper in response, my body already tightening around him. He stayed buried inside me for a long moment, his breath ragged against my skin, his hand still kneading my breast.
Then he began to move. His hips rolled in deep, deliberate thrusts, each one dragging against that sensitive spot inside me that made my toes curl. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound mixing with the wet slap of skin and the distant crash of waves against the shore.
“Roman-” His name spilled from my lips like a plea, my voice trembling. I needed more. I needed him
more.
As if he heard the unspoken demand, his pace quickened, his thrusts growing sharper, more insistent. His free hand slid down my stomach, his fingers finding my clit, circling in tight, relentless strokes. “Come for me,” he growled, his teeth grazing my earlobe. “Let me feel you. ”
My body coiled tight, my orgasm building with every snap of his hips, every flick of his fingers. I was so
close, so close-
Then Roman’s hand left my breast, gripping my hip as he pulled out suddenly. I whined at the loss, but before I could protest, he was turning me, his mouth crashing onto mine as he guided me onto my back.
I fell against the pillows, my legs parting instinctively as he settled between them, his cock already
notching against my entrance again.
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This time, when he pushed inside, it was different. Deeper. More intimate. His weight pressed me into the mattress, his chest against mine, his heart pounding in time with my own. He braced himself on his forearms, his dark eyes locked onto mine as he began to move.
Each thrust was slow, deep, his hips rolling in a way that made me see stars. “Look at me,” he murmured,
his voice thick with emotion. “Let me see you p>
I couldn’t look away. Not when he was like this–open, ulnerable, his usual cocky confidence stripped down to something raw and real. His hands cradled my face, his thumbs brushing my cheekbones as he rocked my world, his body moving in a rhythm that was both gentle and desperate. “I love you,” he
whispered, his lips skimming mine. “I love you so fucking much p>
My breath hitched. The words, the way he was touching me–it was too much. My nails dug into his shoulders, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts, my body climbing higher, higher-
“Roman, I-” My voice broke as the first wave of my orgasm crashed over me, my back arching off the bed. Pleasure ripped through me, my inner walls clenching around his cock, milking him as he buried himself to
the hilt with a groan.
“Savannah-” His voice was guttural, his body tensing above mine as his own release hit. I felt him pulse inside me, hot and thick, his cock twitching as he came. His forehead dropped to mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the last of his orgasm wrung him dry
For a long moment, neither of us moved. The only sounds were our mingled breaths, the distant cry of gulls, and the rhythmic crash of the sea against the cliffs below. Roman’s weight was a perfect pressure, his body still half–draped over mine, his cock softening but not yet slipping free.
Finally, he lifted his head, his eyes searching mine. His humb brushed my lower lip, his expression softer than ever. “Will you spend the day with me, my love?” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction.
I smiled, my body still humming, my skin slick with sweat and the aftermath of pleasure. “Of course I’ll spend the day with you. Everyday. Forever.” I whispered back, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
He smiled. “Thank you. ”
Outside, the sun climbed higher, painting the room in gold. But neither of us moved. Not yet. The world
could wait.
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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.