Chapter 57
In Chapter 57 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” the protagonist, Savannah, finds herself in an intimate and intense situation with Roman. The chapter opens with Savannah acknowledging their sexual encounter, a moment that she struggles to process emotionally. Despite the closeness and the complexity of their relationship, she feels an unexpected sense of comfort in his presence. Roman’s teasing demeanor adds to the tension as he challenges her to solve a puzzle based on clues he has provided, but Savannah is distracted by the physical sensations and her own conflicting feelings.
As Savannah tries to focus on the clues, Roman’s actions become increasingly provocative, blurring the lines between the game and their physical connection. He uses playful yet dominating language that stirs both frustration and desire within her. Savannah’s internal struggle is palpable as she grapples with the belt binding her wrists and the overwhelming sensations that Roman’s kisses evoke. The dynamic between them shifts from playful banter to a more intense and consuming experience, pushing Savannah to the brink of her emotional and physical limits.
The chapter captures Savannah’s conflicting emotions as she oscillates between wanting to resist and succumbing to the pleasure Roman provides. His insistence on her patience and the way he commands her attention only heightens her need for him. The tension builds as she finds herself torn between her desire for autonomy and the intoxicating pull of their connection. As Roman continues to tease and challenge her, Savannah’s protests dissolve into gasps, illustrating her struggle to maintain control in a situation that is both exhilarating and overwhelming.
Ultimately, Chapter 57 serves as a pivotal moment for Savannah, highlighting her vulnerability and the complexities of her relationship with Roman. The blend of desire, frustration, and power dynamics creates an electrifying atmosphere, drawing readers into Savannah’s emotional turmoil as she navigates this charged encounter. The chapter leaves the reader eager to see how Savannah will reconcile her feelings and what the implications of this encounter will be for her future with Roman.
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“We had sex,” I said flatly, forcing the words past the tightness in my throat, shoving the memory into a locked corner of
my mind.
Roman’s smirk was slow and deliberate, like he could see through my mind. “Good girl p>
It should have felt uncomfortable–him positioned this close, this intimate. But it didn’t. Not even a little.
“Next clue?” I asked, ignoring the bite of the belt around my wrists.
“Game over, Sav.” His voice was smug, final.
My brows knit. “What? What do you mean ‘game over p>
He was still holding my thighs apart like he owned the right to. “I’ve dropped all the clues. You’re a smart girl–think p>
That was it p>
“Three clues?” I ran through them in my head, but the pieces didn’t fit.
My brain scrambled to line them up, flipping through every hint he’d given.
“Think harder.” His face dipped, his voice a low rumble against my skin.
Then his mouth brushed my inner thigh, and my breath caught. “Can I really do that when we’re… in this position p>
His grin was wicked. Another kiss, closer. “Think, Sav p>
“I am-” My voice broke, my body betraying me.
“It’s like that mobile game you were obsessed with. Four pictures, one word.” His kisses trailed higher, slow and tormenting, his breath warm where I needed him most.
When he hooked my leg over his shoulder and bent, I nearly melted into the mattress.
“Roman… I don’t think this is the right time p>
“Shhh. I’m helping you think. Focus.” His tongue flicked against the sensitive skin of my thigh, pulling another shiver
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from me.
My heart was hammering. My wrists strained against the belt.
“Roman, seriously, this isn’t p>
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The rest of my protest dissolved into a gasp when his mouth finally claimed me–one long, devastating stroke that had my
back arching off the bed.
“Roman…” My head tipped back, lips parting on a silent moan as his hands slid up, cupping my breasts possessively.
He pulled away just enough to whisper, voice dark silk, “Think deep p>
Was he kidding? How was I supposed to think when his mouth was doing that?
I gasped when his mouth touched me there. One slow, deliberate lick from base to top. The sound that left me was raw,
pulled from somewhere deep. My hips jerked against him without permission.
“Shhh,” he said against me, the vibration making my stomach clench, “Don’t lose focus. ”
My wrists strained uselessly against the belt. “I can’t p>
“Yes, you can.” His hands slid up to grip my, hips, anchoring me while his tongue made a lazy circle that had my spine
bowing off the bed.
Every nerve felt on fire. My thigh trembled against his shoulder, but he held me in place like I was his to keep open.
“Roman…” My voice was wrecked, breathless.
He hummed against me. I felt the sound everywhere.
He pulled away a little…
His mouth hovered just above me, warm breath ghosting over skin that felt too tight, too sensitive. Every nerve was on
edge, straining toward him.
I tugged at the belt around my wrists until my shoulders ached, the leather biting into my skin. I hated it. I loved it. I
wanted it gone. I wanted my hands in his hair, dragging him where I needed him most.
“Roman, ” I rasped, my voice cracking on the syllables.
He didn’t move. He just smirked against my inner thigh, his lips brushing, barely kissing now. “Patience p>
“I don’t-” My protest broke into a gasp as he kissed me there, firm enough to make my hips jump.
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He stilled them with his hands on my thighs, his grip unyielding. “Stay still p>
The sound that left my throat was half frustration, half need. “Let me p>
“Ah,” he cut me off, “you remember what I told you earlier p>
My breath was erratic, chest rising too fast. “What p>
“That you were going to beg me. ” His voice was low, dangerous in that way that made my stomach clench.
“I’m not p>
The flick of his tongue erased every syllable from my head. I arched, pulling hard against the belt, but he pressed me flat
to the bed with one palm on my stomach. The weight of it was possessive, commanding.
Every slow stroke of his tongue felt like it was pulling something taut inside me, winding me tighter and tighter.
“I said… ” he murmured against me, still gripping my thigh over his shoulder, “…stay still. ”
I whimpered, my hips disobeying as I tried to press against him harder. His mouth closed over me again, and my vision
went white for a second.
The belt cut into my wrists as I fought to get free. “Roman, please p>
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In the final moments of this chapter, Savannah finds herself ensnared in a web of desire and confusion, her emotions swirling in a tempest of longing and frustration. The tension between her need for freedom and the intoxicating grip of Roman’s control reaches a fever pitch, leaving her breathless and vulnerable. As the boundaries of their relationship blur, she grapples with the duality of her feelings—an undeniable attraction intertwined with the fear of losing herself in the process. The struggle against the belt binding her wrists becomes a metaphor for the constraints she feels, both physically and emotionally, as she is torn between surrendering to the moment and clinging to her autonomy.
Ultimately, this chapter encapsulates the complexity of Savannah’s journey as she navigates the delicate balance between pleasure and pain, submission and empowerment. The visceral connection she shares with Roman ignites a fire within her, awakening desires she had yet to confront. As she teeters on the precipice of self-discovery, the emotional arc reveals a profound transformation, where the act of breaking free from her own inhibitions becomes both a thrilling and terrifying prospect. In this moment of heightened vulnerability, Savannah stands at the crossroads of her identity, ready to embrace the unfolding chaos of her desires, even as the echoes of uncertainty linger in the air.
In the upcoming chapter, readers can expect the tension between Savannah and Roman to escalate even further, as their complex dynamic teeters on the edge of desire and control. With the stakes raised and the clues still shrouded in mystery, Savannah must dig deeper into her own mind to unravel the puzzle Roman has set before her. Will she be able to piece together the fragments of their encounter, or will the intoxicating pull of their connection lead her astray? As Roman’s teasing intensifies, the line between pleasure and frustration blurs, leaving Savannah in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions that threaten to consume her.
Moreover, the chapter promises to delve into the psychological aspects of their relationship, exploring Savannah’s internal struggle as she grapples with her own desires and boundaries. Will she find the strength to assert herself, or will she remain ensnared in Roman’s web of seduction? The stakes are not just about the physical game they are playing; it’s about self-discovery and the power dynamics at play. As the chapter unfolds, expect unexpected twists that will challenge Savannah’s perceptions of control, trust, and vulnerability, leaving readers breathless and eager for what comes next.
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.