Chapter 99
In Chapter 65 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” Savannah experiences a profound emotional awakening through her intimate connection with Roman. As he kisses her, she feels a warmth and gentleness that begin to dismantle the walls she has built around herself, constructed from years of shame and anger. Despite her fears of being seen as flawed and unworthy, Roman’s unwavering affection reassures her, making her feel cherished rather than scrutinized. This marks a pivotal moment in her journey towards self-acceptance, as she grapples with her vulnerabilities and learns to embrace the love offered to her.
Roman, in Chapter 99, reflects on Savannah’s struggles with her self-worth and vows to show her the truth of her beauty and value. He tenderly reassures her, dispelling the lies she has internalized about being unworthy. As he navigates their intimate moments, he is determined to convey his deep affection through every kiss and touch, emphasizing that she is not broken but whole in his embrace. His patience and gentleness help Savannah to confront her fears, allowing her to gradually open up and accept the love he offers.
The emotional climax of their connection culminates in a moment of vulnerability and surrender. Savannah, despite her initial hesitations, finds herself overwhelmed by the depth of her feelings for Roman. His insistence that she not hide from him breaks down her defenses, leading her to embrace the pleasure and connection they share. As they unite, she experiences a cathartic release of her past pain, transforming it into something beautiful. Roman’s presence becomes a source of safety, allowing her to finally feel deserving of love and acceptance.
In the aftermath of their union, both Savannah and Roman find themselves enveloped in a sense of peace and connection. Roman’s tender words affirm Savannah’s worth, highlighting that she is perfect in her entirety, flaws included. This moment marks a significant turning point in their relationship, as Savannah begins to believe in her own value and embraces the hope that comes with being truly seen and loved. Their journey together is a testament to the healing power of love and the importance of accepting oneself, imperfections and all.
**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
**Chapter 65: You’re Perfect p>
**Savannah p>
His lips captured mine once more, but this time it wasn’t the force of desire that melted my defenses. No, it was the gentle softness, the undeniable care, and the warmth of his presence enveloping me, as if he were trying to breathe life into the shattered pieces I had buried so deeply within.
For years, I had constructed towering walls, built from shame and anger, convinced that if anyone were to witness the entirety of my being—my mistakes, my scars, the most unsightly chapters of my story—they would recoil in horror. Yet here stood Roman, kissing me as if he had spent a lifetime searching for me, as if I were the missing piece he had always needed.
“Roman…” I whispered, my voice trembling as he pulled back just enough for me to catch my breath. “I don’t know how to let you p>
His thumb brushed softly against my cheek, lingering on the tear he had caught before it could escape. His gaze burned into mine, filled with an intensity that made my heart race. “You don’t have to know how. Just feel me p>
Once more, his mouth found mine, this time with a deliberate slowness, coaxing me rather than demanding. My knees felt weak beneath the weight of his tenderness, and before I knew it, he scooped me up in his strong arms, carrying me to the bed as if I were the most delicate thing in the world.
He laid me down with the utmost care, and as his hands glided down my sides, a shiver coursed through me, but I didn’t dare stop him. There was no urgency in his touch, no sense of taking; instead, he was asking, silently and repeatedly, with every gentle caress… Can I?
When he slid my top upward, his lips followed in a warm, reverent trail. The brush of his mouth against my collarbone made my breath hitch, and by the time my top was discarded, I trembled with a mix of nerves and shame.
“I don’t want you to look at me,” I murmured, instinctively covering myself. “I’m not p>
Roman gently caught my wrists, kissing each palm as if they were sacred. “Savannah, I’m going to look at you. Every time. Every inch. And you’re going to see exactly what I see—the woman I desire. The woman I can’t walk away from p>
My throat constricted, but I let him lower my arms, permitting him to strip me bare under his unwavering gaze. In that moment, I didn’t feel like prey being scrutinized; I felt cherished, like something precious.
As his lips found my shoulder, then my chest, and continued their descent, it felt like a form of worship. He kissed every part of me, not shying away from the places I despised most. My stomach—the very spot where my painful memories resided—received his gentle attention. His mouth lingered there, soft and reverent, as if he were silently conveying, I love this part too. I love all of you.
I sobbed, and he drank in the sound, turning it into something beautiful.
**Roman p>
**Chapter 99 p>
She had no idea how stunning she truly was. Not in the way that truly mattered. Savannah believed she was ruined, tainted, unworthy. And that realization shattered something deep within me.
I longed to incinerate every lie she had ever been told, to erase each cruel word that had led her to doubt her worth. Since I couldn’t do that, I resolved to show her with my body what my words could never fully articulate.
Her trembling didn’t frighten me; it only made me gentler. I pressed kisses to her shoulders, her throat, her breasts, and when I reached her stomach, I lingered, aware that this was where she bore the weight of her deepest pain. I pressed my lips there and remained, my hand covering hers, holding it against the same spot.
“You are not filthy,” I whispered against her skin, pouring every ounce of sincerity into my words. “You are mine p>
She choked back a sob, and the sound nearly unraveled me.
When I finally settled above her, caging her with my arms, I met her wide eyes with my own. Yes, there was shame reflected in them, but also something more fragile and desperate—a flicker of belief struggling to ignite.
I kissed her again, moving slowly, deeply, until her lips softened and opened for me.
“Roman…” she breathed, almost as if the name were a prayer.
With a patience I didn’t know I possessed, I guided myself into her, inch by inch, until I was fully enveloped. Her gasp filled the room, her hands gripping my shoulders as if I were her anchor.
I remained still, my forehead pressed to hers, allowing her to breathe, reassuring her that I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Look at me,” I murmured softly. “Don’t hide. Not from me p>
Her lashes lifted, and when her eyes locked onto mine, it felt as if the world itself held its breath.
I moved slowly, rocking into her with long, unhurried thrusts—not for release, but for connection. I wanted to show her that she wasn’t broken, that she was whole in my embrace. Her walls tightened around me, her body surrendering to the moment.
With every stroke, I kissed her—her lips, her temple, her throat, the tears that fell. I kissed the soft sounds she made, the gasps that escaped her lips as pleasure began to melt away the grief.
**Savannah p>
It shouldn’t still feel this way—not after everything I had confessed, not after the ugliness of my past. But it did.
Roman’s weight above me was grounding, his body moving inside mine with a rhythm that felt like home. Each time I tried to turn my head, overwhelmed by shame, he would kiss me until I had no choice but to face him once more.
**Chapter 99 p>
“Don’t hide,” he kept whispering, his voice a gentle command. “Don’t you dare hide from me p>
Those words unraveled me more than the way his hips pressed against mine, more than the pleasure curling low in my stomach. He was stripping me bare, not just of my body, but of my very soul.
And still… he stayed.
“Roman.” I gasped, my hands gripping his back, nails digging in as the sweetness threatened to consume me.
His pace quickened only slightly, his forehead pressed to mine, our mouths brushing with every breath we shared. “Say it,” he urged softly. “Say you feel it p>
Tears slid into my hair, and I cried out, “I feel it!” because I did. Oh God, I truly did.
**Roman p>
Her body clenched around me, her cries filling my ears, and I knew she was close. I wanted to follow her, but I held on, needing her to break first, needing her to understand she was safe even in surrender.
When she finally came, it was with a sob that nearly shattered me. She clung to me as if I were the only thing tethering her to this world.
I kissed her through it, kissing her until she stilled, until her chest heaved against mine, until her eyes fluttered open and I saw something new reflected there. Not shame. Not fear. But a fragile, desperate hope.
Only then did I let myself go, spilling inside her with a groan that left me trembling.
I collapsed onto her chest, careful not to crush her, my arms still cradling her as if she might vanish if I dared to let go.
And in the stillness that followed, when only our breaths filled the air, I whispered softly, “You’re perfect. Flaws and all p>
In the quiet aftermath of their shared vulnerability, Savannah found herself enveloped in a warmth that was both foreign and familiar. The weight of her past, once a heavy shroud that suffocated her spirit, began to lift as Roman’s words echoed in her heart—“You’re perfect.” Each syllable was a balm, soothing the jagged edges of her self-doubt and replacing them with a burgeoning sense of worth. For the first time in years, she felt seen, not just in her beauty but in her scars, her history, and her essence. The walls she had built around her heart, once impenetrable and fortified by shame, began to crumble, allowing the light of acceptance to seep in.
Roman, too, experienced a profound transformation in that moment. The connection they forged transcended the physical; it was a testament to the power of love and understanding. As he held Savannah close, he realized that their union was not merely an act of passion but a sacred exchange of trust and healing. He had witnessed her surrender, not just to him but to herself, and in that surrender, he saw the flicker of hope igniting within her. Together, they had navigated the labyrinth of pain and emerged on the other side, hand in hand, ready to face whatever lay ahead. In the embrace of their shared truth, they understood that perfection was not the absence of flaws, but the acceptance of each other in their entirety—broken pieces and all.
**What to Expect in Next Chapter p>
As we turn the page to Chapter 66, the aftermath of Savannah and Roman’s intimate connection looms large, promising a whirlwind of emotions and revelations. The air will be thick with vulnerability as Savannah grapples with the newfound sense of acceptance and the flicker of hope ignited within her. Will she be able to embrace the love Roman offers, or will the shadows of her past threaten to pull her back into the depths of self-doubt? Expect heart-wrenching moments as she navigates the complexities of her feelings, questioning whether she truly deserves the tenderness he has shown her.
Meanwhile, Roman’s unwavering determination to protect and cherish Savannah will take center stage. His resolve to help her see the beauty in her flaws will be tested as external forces threaten their fragile bond. Anticipate a confrontation that challenges their relationship, forcing them to confront their fears and insecurities head-on. Will they emerge stronger together, or will the weight of their pasts prove too heavy to bear? The next chapter promises to delve deeper into their souls, revealing the intricate layers of love, healing, and the struggle for acceptance in a world that often feels unforgiving. Prepare for an emotional rollercoaster that will leave you breathless and yearning for more.
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.