His hands slid down my back, deliberate and slow, igniting sparks along every nerve ending. I let out a shaky breath, my body trembling as he worshipped me with his touch.
“God, I love you, Roman,” I said, my heart swelling with raw emotion.
A sinful smile tugged at his mouth as his hands roamed lower, gripping me firmly. “Good, my flaming fire,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my neck. “Because I adore you, every piece of you. Like the sun worships the dawn, I’ll never stop loving you.”
His hands moved deliberately, tracing a slow, torturous path down my sides, his touch igniting sparks that raced across my skin. My body arched instinctively into him, desperate for more as his fingertips teased the edges of my hips, just enough to leave me trembling. My breath came quicker, my heart pounding in my chest as heat flooded me. When his lips left mine, they began a searing descent down the length of my neck, lingering at the hollow of my throat, then lower, lower still, until I was sure I might combust beneath his touch.
I let out a soft, involuntary moan as his lips brushed along the curve of my spine, each kiss deliberate, scorching, leaving a trail of fire that burned through every last shred of restraint I had. He paused at the waistband of my salvar, his teeth tugging at the fabric, teasing, his breath hot against my skin. The ache between my thighs grew unbearable, and my hands reached back, grasping at his arms, silently begging for more.
“Olivia, my heart,” Roman whispered, his voice thick with desire and devotion, the rawness of it sending a wave of heat through me. “I will love you through every breath, every moment, every lifetime. As rivers carve their way through ancient stone, so too will my love for you shape eternity.”
He moved around to face me, his movements slow and predatory, his eyes darkened with a hunger that stole the air from my lungs. His hands slid up, cupping my breasts, his touch both reverent and sinful. A gasp escaped me as his thumbs brushed over sensitive peaks, the warmth of his palms spreading through me like liquid fire.
“In the dawn of every new day,” he murmured, lowering his lips to trace the curve of my collarbone, “when the sun kisses the horizon, know this—my devotion to you burns brighter, hotter. And when the stars take their place in the sky, my love will guide you, a beacon that never wavers.”
His words were a heady mix of poetry and possession, but it was his touch that undid me. His hands slid over the curves of my body, exploring me with a slow, deliberate reverence that set every nerve alight. His lips found mine again, this time with unrestrained hunger, stealing the last of my breath as he pulled me closer.
“Olivia,” he growled against my mouth, his voice dripping with need, “in the tapestry of time, our love will be the golden thread—the fire that burns through the centuries. You are everything. My past, my present, my forever.”
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as Roman’s devotion enveloped me, raw and unrelenting. In that moment, the flaws I once saw in myself disappeared, replaced by the sheer power of his adoration. His love wasn’t just tender—it was consuming, a force so primal it made me feel radiant, unstoppable, and entirely his.
My body trembled under his touch, the ache between my thighs growing unbearable with every deliberate brush of his hands. My breath came in shallow, erratic gasps as he cradled my face, his lips capturing mine in a kiss so deep, so carnal, it unraveled me completely. His tongue claimed me with an urgency that sent waves of heat coursing through my body, his hands roaming with possessive precision as though I belonged to him and only him.
I clawed at his clothes, my fingers frantic, removing each article in a desperate need to feel his skin against mine.
The satin salvar slipped from my hips, sliding down my legs in a whisper of surrender. Roman groaned, the sound low and primal, as his eyes raked over me, darkened with lust. His powerful, naked form shimmered in the moonlight—a masterpiece of strength and desire. The sight of him, hard and ready, sent a fresh surge of heat pooling between my legs.
“You’re incredible,” he growled, his voice rough with hunger. In a single, effortless motion, he lifted me into his arms, his arousal pressing hot and insistent against my core as he carried me to the bed. His lips never left mine, claiming me with every step.
As he laid me down amongst the cushions, his mouth found my neck, trailing a blazing path of kisses that had me arching into him. His hands explored me with reverence and hunger, his touch igniting sparks that left me gasping. My body was his canvas, and he painted his love on every inch of me with lips, teeth, and tongue.
His kisses moved lower, his mouth lingering on the curve of my breasts before claiming a sensitive peak. I cried out as his tongue swirled around me, his teeth grazing the delicate skin just enough to send jolts of pleasure straight to my core. His hands slid down my sides, firm yet teasing, leaving me trembling and desperate for more.
“Roman,” I whimpered, his name a plea as his lips continued their descent. He took his time, trailing fire from my belly to the curve of my hips, his hands parting my thighs with deliberate care. I lay there, exposed and vulnerable, my body burning with need as he settled between my legs.
His lips brushed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, his breath hot and teasing as he inched closer to where I ached for him most. Every kiss, every flick of his tongue, sent shivers cascading through me, each touch building the fire that burned hotter and hotter.
When his mouth finally found me, I shattered. His tongue moved against my swollen flesh with deliberate, excruciating precision, alternating between soft, languid strokes and quick, teasing flicks that had me writhing beneath him. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he drove me higher, the pressure building with every skilled movement of his tongue.
I moaned his name, my voice breaking as he pushed me to the edge of sanity. The heat, the intensity, the way his mouth worshipped me—it was too much and not enough all at once. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as my body arched off the bed, desperate for release.
“Roman,” I gasped, my voice breaking as waves of pleasure crashed over me, consuming me whole. His mouth didn’t falter, his tongue relentless in its pursuit of my release, teasing and tasting until every shuddering cry escaped my lips. My body quaked beneath him, trembling as aftershocks rippled through me, leaving me breathless and light-headed. I floated in a haze of ecstasy, my mind spinning as he continued to worship me.
Roman withdrew, his tongue leaving me with a sinful ache, his hands gliding soothingly over my trembling thighs as I came down from the high. His grin was wicked, his expression a heady mix of satisfaction and pure, unfiltered hunger. “Don’t think we’re done, my beautiful flame,” he murmured, his voice dripping with promise. “I’m just getting started.”
Before I could catch my breath or even respond, his mouth returned with devastating intensity. His tongue was merciless, exploring me with precision and passion, driving me to the edge over and over again. Each time I begged for mercy, he pulled me back under, my cries filling the room as another orgasm tore through me. My body arched off the bed, trembling as I soared higher than before, my pleasure so raw, so consuming, it left me sobbing his name.
“That,” he murmured, his voice dark and intoxicating as he pulled away, “was just a taste.” His words sent a thrill through me, anticipation igniting deep within. “There’s so much more I want to show you, Olivia. So much more I want you to feel.”
His hand moved lower, gripping his swollen cock, and he slid it teasingly between my slick folds, coating himself in my arousal. I gasped, my back arching as the anticipation reached its peak. “Roman…” My voice was a whisper, a plea, as he pressed against me, the heat of him stealing what little composure I had left.
With one slow, deliberate thrust, he entered me, filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, his hardness stretching and claiming me in a way that stole the air from my lungs. Our bodies moved together, finding a rhythm that was as primal as it was perfect, a dance older than time itself. Each thrust was a masterpiece, a stroke of passion that etched itself into my soul, binding us together in a way that transcended anything I had ever known.
“Look at me,” he growled, his voice rough with desire as his gaze locked onto mine. “You’re mine, Olivia. Every inch of you belongs to me.”
We moved as one, our connection unshakable, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing over us. My nails raked across his back, leaving marks on his skin, a physical declaration of the pleasure he gave me. His lips found mine, our kisses deep and ravenous, a battle of tongues and need that left me dizzy.
Laughter bubbled between us, soft and breathless, mingling with the moans and cries of ecstasy. Roman’s teasing touches had me laughing one moment and writhing beneath him the next, his hands exploring every inch of me as though he couldn’t get enough. The sound of my laughter blended with his low growls, a symphony of passion and joy that built into an unstoppable crescendo.
