Chapter 40
In Chapter 28 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” the atmosphere is charged with tension as a storm rages outside, mirroring the emotional turmoil within the car. Savannah finds herself caught in a passionate moment with Roman, where the rain becomes a backdrop to their heated connection. The relentless downpour serves as a metaphor for the intensity of their feelings, as Roman’s possessive touches and urgent kisses ignite a fire in Savannah, making her forget everything else around them.
As their physical connection deepens, Savannah experiences a mix of exhilaration and apprehension. Roman’s hands explore her body with a sense of ownership, and despite her internal conflict, she is drawn to him with an overwhelming desire. The intimate moments they share blur the lines between pleasure and pain, as Savannah revels in being desired. The rain continues to fall, creating a rhythm that echoes the escalating heartbeat of their encounter, heightening the stakes of their passion.
When Savannah expresses her need for Roman, the moment becomes charged with urgency. However, she hesitates when it comes to using protection, revealing her allergy to condoms. This confession introduces a moment of vulnerability, where the weight of her words hangs in the air, creating a palpable tension between them. Roman’s reaction is a mix of surprise and desire, emphasizing the raw and primal nature of their connection.
As the chapter progresses, Savannah and Roman share a silent understanding, culminating in a climactic moment where they fully embrace their desires. The act of intimacy is portrayed as both overwhelming and liberating, as Savannah sinks down onto Roman, feeling completely connected to him. This moment signifies a turning point in their relationship, where the boundaries of their emotions and physical desires blur, leaving them both breathless and fully immersed in the experience.
**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
**Chapter 28: That’s it, Savannah p>
The rain had transformed into a relentless tempest, each drop crashing against the windshield with an almost vengeful intensity. It was as if the heavens were unleashing their fury upon us, and the world outside faded into a blur of gray. The car’s windows were shrouded in fog, a combination of our warm breaths and the electric tension simmering between us. Yet, none of that registered in my mind.
Not when Roman’s lips were pressed against mine, igniting a fire that surged through my veins, nor when his fingers tangled in my hair with a possessiveness that made my heart race. He reached for me with an urgency that suggested he was teetering on the brink of losing all self-control.
And then he did.
In one fluid motion, he pulled me onto his lap, and I found myself straddling him, breathless and dizzy. My dress rode up my thighs, the fabric clinging to my skin as his hands roamed over me—cupping my backside, gliding up my sides, and finally resting on my breasts, the material of my dress doing little to hide the heat of his touch. A soft moan escaped my lips as he nibbled on the curve of my neck, sending shivers cascading down my spine.
“God, Savannah,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
His mouth fit against mine as if it were crafted for this very moment. What began as a kiss morphed into something primal—an act of possession. Our lips collided, tongues dancing in a heated embrace. His hands explored my body with an ownership that made my skin tingle. One hand found its way to my chest, squeezing just enough to draw another moan from me, muffled against his mouth.
“You’re insane,” I gasped, though I could feel the heat pooling low in my belly as I instinctively ground against the bulge straining against his pants.
“And you’re wet,” he shot back, his fingers gripping the back of my thigh, lifting my dress even higher.
The rain continued its relentless assault on the roof of the car, a steady rhythm that matched the quickening beat of my heart.
“I hate seeing him look at you like that,” Roman said, his lips trailing down to the swell of my breasts, each kiss igniting a fire within me. “Like he could ever have you again p>
“He can’t,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper as he tugged down one strap of my dress with his teeth, the sensation sending a jolt of desire straight to my core.
His mouth latched onto my breast, hot and possessive, drawing a moan from deep within me. I moved against him, feeling the hard ridge of his arousal pressing against me. My hand slipped between us, trembling fingers finding the zipper of his pants and dragging it down, my breath hitching in anticipation.
He was hot and ready for me.
A part of me screamed to stop, to pull back from the edge of this overwhelming desire. I should have stopped. But every time his hands caressed my skin, the memory of being wanted—truly wanted—overpowered every rational thought.
“Fuck,” he hissed as I freed him from the confines of his boxers, my hand stroking him with a mix of urgency and curiosity, while my other hand gripped his shoulder for balance, still grinding against him, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
My thighs burned with the effort, but the pleasure coiling within me only tightened, building to an unbearable intensity. I leaned down, capturing his mouth in a kiss that was wild, messy, and desperate. Our tongues tangled together, his hips thrusting to meet my every movement.
My fingers tangled in his hair as I continued to work him, my hand moving up and down, while he suckled on a spot on my neck, biting down just enough to mix pleasure with pain. It was exactly how I liked it.
A loud moan escaped me when his teeth grazed my nipple, and I gasped, “I need you inside me. Now p>
He didn’t hesitate for a moment.
His hand shot toward the glove compartment, fumbling with urgency as he breathed heavily, searching for a condom.
But I stopped him, my voice barely above a whisper.
“No,” I said, gripping his wrist gently.
He froze, confusion flickering across his face. “What p>
“I’m allergic,” I confessed, locking my gaze with his, the weight of my words hanging in the air.
His brows shot up, his breath uneven. “You’re on the pill p>
“Yes.” My voice was a mere whisper, but my body was screaming—aching, desperate, and soaked through with more than just rain.
For a heartbeat, the world outside ceased to exist. All that remained was the sound of rain pelting against the car and the heavy rhythm of our breaths. Then, something raw and primal flashed in his eyes.
“Damn, Savannah,” he rasped, his voice low and filled with urgency. “You’re gonna fucking kill me p>
He looked as though he might say more, but I cut him off, a challenge glimmering in my gaze.
His hand gripped my hip, while the other pushed my dress higher, exposing more of my skin to his eager touch. I slowly aligned myself with him, my heart racing as I prepared to take him in.
He brushed my hair away from my face, and we locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between us. With one smooth, torturous motion, I sank down onto him, the sensation overwhelming as he filled me completely. I was so ready, so wet, that he slid in effortlessly, burying himself to the hilt.
In that moment, as the storm raged on outside, the world around us faded into nothingness, leaving only the electric connection between Roman and me. The heat of our bodies intertwined, a fierce testament to the desire that had been building for so long. I was no longer just a spectator in my own life; I had stepped into the role of a woman who embraced her desires, who dared to be vulnerable in the face of overwhelming passion. Each movement, each shared breath, became a declaration of defiance against the chaos that had once threatened to drown us both. The boundaries of our pasts blurred, and in the eye of the storm, we found solace in each other.
As we surrendered to the moment, the tempest outside mirrored the tumult within, yet it was a cathartic release. The weight of our shared burdens began to lift, replaced by a sense of liberation that coursed through my veins. In Roman’s gaze, I saw not just desire but a promise of something deeper—a connection that transcended the physical. This was more than just a fleeting encounter; it was a reclamation of our futures, a bold step into uncharted territory. Together, we were forging a path through the broken time of our pasts, and for the first time in a long while, I felt the possibility of dreams unfolding, even amidst the shadows.
**What to Expect in Next Chapter p>
As the storm rages on outside, the intensity of Savannah and Roman’s connection reaches a fever pitch. The next chapter promises to delve deeper into the tumultuous emotions that swirl between them, exploring the boundaries of desire and vulnerability. With the physical barrier now shattered, readers can anticipate a raw and unfiltered exploration of their relationship, as they navigate the complexities of passion intertwined with the fear of what lies beyond this moment. Will they be able to embrace the consequences of their actions, or will the shadows of their pasts loom too large, threatening to tear them apart just as they begin to find solace in each other?
Moreover, the storm is not just a backdrop; it serves as a metaphor for the tumult within Savannah and Roman. Expect to witness how the external chaos mirrors their internal struggles, as they confront their deepest fears and desires. Will the tempest outside bring clarity, or will it further complicate their already fragile bond? As secrets begin to unravel and the stakes rise, the tension will only escalate, leaving readers on the edge of their seats, eagerly awaiting the next twist in this passionate saga. Prepare for a chapter that promises to be both heart-pounding and emotionally charged, as Savannah and Roman’s journey takes an unexpected turn.
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.