Roman

I stopped her, my hands firm as I slid them between her knees. I forced her to stay open, to stay exposed to me, as I sat back on my heels just to look.

"God..." I whispered, my chest heaving. She was breathtaking—a vision of raw, glistening heat. My own body was screaming in response, but this wasn't for me. Not yet. This was an altar, and I was here to worship.

"You're perfect," I rasped, my gaze locked on the way she trembled for me. "You have no idea the power you hold over me."

She whimpered, a small sound of vulnerability as she tried to shift away, but I held her steady. "Don't hide from me," I growled, my voice thick with a desperate kind of need. "Let me see all of you. Every part."

Savannah

The intensity of his stare felt like a physical flame against my skin. It unraveled me, stripping away every layer of defense until I was nothing but raw nerves and thundering heartbeat.

When he finally leaned down, his breath ghosted over me, and my hips jerked reflexively. I was vibrating with anticipation, every inch of me screaming for a touch that felt inevitable.

And then he made contact. A stroke so precise, so deliberate, that I nearly lost consciousness.

"God, please," I whispered, my voice wrecked. The sensory overload—his hands pinning me, his mouth claiming me—was a tidal wave threatening to sweep me under before he even truly began.

Roman

I couldn't hold back. I moved against her with a dark, focused devotion, devouring her until she was the only thing in my universe. I wanted her undone, her walls crumbling, until she had nothing left but the sound of my name on her lips.

"Give it to me, my love," I growled against her skin, driven by a hunger that felt bottomless. "Everything you have."

Savannah

I was chasing the high, my back arching off the mattress as a white-hot current shot through me. He moaned into me, tasting the very essence of my surrender.

His weight was a tether, pinning me to the bed as he owned every trembling inch of me. My fingers twisted in the sheets, my breath coming in broken stutters. He was slow, deliberate—as if he were savoring something holy.

"Please—don't stop," I begged, my nails digging into his hair to keep him exactly where I needed him most. I was on the precipice, the tension so sharp it felt like it might break me.

Roman

She was a storm of heat and friction, and I was drowning in her. The taste of her was addictive, a drug I never wanted to quit.

"You're so perfect," I muttered, my voice a jagged edge. "I could stay here forever."

I pushed her further, my touch deep and relentless, finding the exact rhythm that made her unravel. She writhed, her cries filling the room, and I didn't give her a choice but to succumb. I held her down, a man starving for the very thing that was destroying him.

Savannah

It was too much. The pressure was a physical weight, a building fire that threatened to shatter my soul.

"I—oh god—I can't—" My voice broke into a sob.

"Give it to me, my love," he growled, his voice laced with such filthy, beautiful need that I finally let go.

The release ripped through me like a seismic event. I cried out, my body jerking in a hot, shaking wave of pure electricity that left me gasping and spent.

Roman

She came undone in my arms, and I drank in her collapse like it was the only thing keeping me alive.

"Yes," I groaned, my jaw tight with obsession. "All mine."

She collapsed back, wrecked and vibrating, but I wasn't finished. I moved back to her, my touch reverent, worshipping the aftermath.

"I'll never stop," I whispered against her. "Not until you've given me every single part of you."

I dove back into the storm, and she shattered all over again.

Savannah

I was a ghost of myself, my nerves raw and overrun. I couldn't stop the tears—not of sadness, but of an overwhelming, soul-deep exhaustion. I was utterly undone.

But then he was moving up my body, stitching me back together with soft, lingering kisses. By the time his lips met mine, I was barely breathing. He kissed me deep, letting me taste the intensity of our shared fire.

Roman

She was shattered, and I’d never seen anything more beautiful. I kissed her as if I could breathe life back into her, as if I could mark her soul the way I’d marked her body.

"You think I could ever be done with you?" I whispered against her lip. "My body knows yours now. I'll go insane without this."

I brushed my thumb over her swollen lip, my voice dropping to a ragged growl. "You'll keep coming for me until you forget there's anyone else in this world. You belong to me now."

"And I'm never letting you go," I promised, sealing the vow with a kiss that tasted of forever.