Chapter 169 We'll Keep Trying Savannah Roman traced the curve of my hipbone with a fingertip. I shivered, but not from the cold. His gaze, dark and intent, held mine captive. "Missed this," he murmured. He dipped his head, lips brushing the sensitive hollow beneath my ear. "Missed you." A soft sigh escaped me. "Even after earlier?" I teased, my fingers threading into the short, dark silk of his hair. "Especially after earlier. " His smile was a quick flash against my neck before his mouth found mine, slow and deep. It wasn't frantic, this need. It was a homecoming. The familiar taste of Roman, the solid weight of him settling over me, pressing me into the softness of our bed as the comforter bunched beneath me. His hands were everywhere, mapping territory they knew by heart yet rediscovering it each time. Strong fingers explored every part of my body. His touch on my breast wasn't just physical, it was a language of possession and reverence that made me arch against him. "God, Sav," he breathed against my skin, his thumb circling my nipple until it peaked against his touch. "Perfect." His mouth closed around one, sucking. Then he moved over to the one, alternating between the two. I arched into him, holding his head to me, very eager for more. The air kissed my stomach, my ribs, as he pulled the comforter away from my body, tossing it aside. His lips followed the path his hands had taken, descending. He lingered at my belly, pressing a kiss there that felt different. Softer. Laden with something unspoken. My hand drifted unconsciously to the spot. His eyes met mine, seeing the shift. Seeing me. He kissed my belly, the gesture achingly tender. "My Savannah," he whispered, the words vibrating against my skin, traveling straight to my core. He kissed lower, parting my thighs. Roman settled between my thighs, his sweats still frustratingly in place. His gaze roamed me, a look of such pure, focused desire it stole my breath. "Beautiful," he stated. His large, warm hands slid beneath me, gripping the backs of my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. Possessive and tender. Yet the combination sent a jolt through me.I gasped as his thumbs brushed the sensitive inner skin, gently spreading me open. Everything faded. There was only the heat, the scent of us, and the intense focus of Roman’s gaze locked onto mine. "I love you," he whispered, the words soft but resonant, filling the intimate space between us. “I love you too.” I smiled. Then his mouth was on me. The first slow sweep of his tongue made me cry out, my fingers twisting in the sheets. It wasn't frantic, it wasn't demanding. It was devotion. He explored me with unhurried precision, learning each fold, each sensitive crest, his tongue swirling in languid circles that built tension inside me. My hips lifted off the bed, seeking more pressure, more friction. He held me steady, his hands firm on my thighs, keeping me open to him. "Roman..." His name was a gasp, a plea. My body trembled. He hummed against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my nerves. I could feel the tremble starting deep inside, a slow build coiling tighter and tighter with every purposeful stroke of his tongue, every gentle suck on my clit. My legs shook against the grip of his hands when his eyes flicked up to meet mine. "Please..."He didn't hurry. He savored. Drawing it out. Driving me higher. My breath came in short, sharp gasps. I stared up, squeezing my eyes shut, overwhelmed by sensation. The coil snapped. Pleasure detonated, radiating outwards in blinding waves, pulsing through me in time with the frantic beat of my heart. I arched off the bed with a raw cry, fingers clawing at the sheets, tangling in his hair, my body surrendering completely to the ecstasy he coaxed from me. Roman held me through the aftershocks, his lips pressed softly against my inner thigh, soothing tremors as they subsided. He kissed a path back up my body, finding my lips again. I tasted herself on his mouth, the intimacy breath-taking. I wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close, my body boneless and humming. "I love you," I murmured against his lips, my voice thick. I ran my hands down his back. "I love you soo much, Roman.” “You're my world, Savannah.” ~~~~~~ Roman My hand slid down her spine, a slow, possessive glide that made her shiver. Not from the cold. Never from cold when I touched her. She arched into the pressure, seeking more, always more. My lips found hers, not demanding, but seeking. A million disagreements hadn't dulled the electric buzz our kiss ignited. It had deepened it, woven it into the fabric of our being. "Savannah," I murmured against her mouth, my voice a low rumble that vibrated through her chest. She tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer. "Roman." She moaned. “Make love to me now.” I didn't waste any time. “Let's make a baby, my love.” She nodded excitedly, eyes glistening. I slowly pulled down my sweats and kicked them aside. Her eyes never left me. Our bodies pressed together, skin-to-skin. A seamless, familiar fit. I shifted, settling myself between her thighs. There was no rush now. I didn't need to rush this. My hands were everywhere, relearning her perfect body. The curve of her hip, the dip of her waist, the swell of her breast. Fuck. My thumb grazed her nipple, coaxing a throaty gasp from her lips. I watched the reaction flicker across her face—the freckles scattered over her nose, the way her eyes darkened with pleasure. I did this. I made her feel like this. I made the most beautiful girl I've ever seen feel this way. "Good?" I asked. "Always good with you," she breathed, her voice husky. She tilted her hips, an unspoken plea. "Always." I eased into my woman slowly, deliberately, stretching her, filling her. A sigh escaped us both, mingling in the quiet room. It wasn't just physical, it was a homecoming. “Oh, fuck.” She moaned in pleasure, glancing down to where we were joined in the most intimate way. “Oh my God...” “Eyes on me, baby.” Her eyes locked onto mine. Holding her gaze, I began to move. Deep, measured thrusts that built a rhythm as ancient as time, yet utterly ours. Each stroke was deliberate, a promise kept, a connection reforged. The world outside our warm sanctuary ceased to exist. There were only her loud moans, the sound of skin on skin, the catch of breath, the sound of the bed. Her fingers dug into the sweat-sheened planes of my shoulders as the strands of her hair fanned across the pillow below like a halo. Just like an angel. My angel. Moans, low and involuntary, escaped her, punctuating our passionate intimacy. I echoed them, my own sounds raw and possessive. "Fuck, baby." I groaned, voice thick. "You feel... perfect." My thrusts deepened, grew more urgent, yet still controlled. Always attuned to her. My hand slid under her thigh, lifting her to slide a pillow under her waist, changing the angle, seeking the spot that made her vision blur. She cried out, her back arching off the bed. "Roman! Oh God! Right there... yes!" She screamed when I hit that spot. I held her gaze. "Look at me," I commanded softly, my voice rough with need. "Stay with me, my love." It wasn't about control, it was about sharing the pinnacle. About ensuring we were wholly present in this fragile, powerful moment we were creating together. Her fingers dug into my biceps. "I'm here," she gasped. "Always here with you." The tension coiled tight within her, a delicious, unbearable pressure. She saw her own desperation reflected in my eyes, felt it in the tremor running through my arms as I held myself over her. The room shrank to the space between our locked gazes, to the point where our bodies fused as one. The climax hit her like a slow wave, cresting, building, then breaking with shattering force. A silent cry tore from her throat, her body convulsing around me, pulling me deeper. Her head fell back, the long line of her throat exposed. Savannah’s legs that were locked around my waist trembled and her heels brushed my clenched ass. I followed instantly, my own release shuddering through me. My head dropped to her shoulder, a guttural sound ripped from my chest as I pulsed within her. I held her impossibly close, my entire body trembling with the force of my release, burying my face against her neck. "Savannah," I gasped. “You feel like heaven. I fucking swear I saw stars.” She giggled. And fuck, that sound was the best sound I heard all day. Followed by her moans of ecstasy. I remained inside her, not pulling out. She wrapped her legs around my waist, running her hands through my hair slowly as I lay on her chest. Fuck, I'd like to stay like this forever. No distractions. No worries. Just like this with my favorite person in the whole world. We lay tangled, breathing ragged, hearts hammering a frantic tattoo against each other’s chests. The cool air prickled on my damp skin. I shifted my weight, careful not to crush her, but kept her anchored against me, my arm a heavy, comforting band around her waist. “Sorry, don't wanna crush you.” I laughed. “No. It's fine. I want to feel you.” She said, My smile lit up. “You sure?” She nodded. I pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her sweat-damp temple. “How are you real, Savannah?” She traced the strong line of my jaw with a fingertip, her body humming with aftershocks. “I should be asking you that.” This. This was everything. Savannah nestled closer. "Think that one stuck?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, laced with a vulnerability she couldn't hide. She placed her hand low on her belly. "Wanna try again?" A slow, tender smile spread across my face. I covered her hand with my much larger one, my palm warm and reassuring against her skin. "Always, Sav," I murmured, my thumb stroking hers. "Every single time, my love. We’ll keep trying." I leaned down, kissing her gently, sealing the promise. "For as long as it takes. For us.”