Chapter 216 The World Could Wait Savannah I went to bed frustrated, embarrassed, and honestly a little pissed. Frustrated and pissed because my very sensible fiancé apparently had too much on his mind to entertain my very insensible fantasies. And embarrassed because, annoyingly, Roman had been right. Last night wasn’t the time. Too much had happened. Too much had been revealed. Anyone with half a brain could see he had a storm turning in his head. I should’ve been mature about it. Wise. Understanding. But I wasn’t. Last night, I couldn’t be. I’d wanted him shamelessly and desperately. I’d wanted him all day and a selfish part of me didn’t care that my father might be a murderous vigilante with a deranged sidekick. It still stung that this was the second time Roman had turned me down. Both times for good reasons.But both times still hurting anyway. I drifted somewhere between awake and asleep, lying on my side of the bed and staring at the curtains swaying in the sea breeze. Everything outside was so still, so peaceful, nothing like the chaos in our lives. Roman wasn’t asleep either. I could tell from the way his breathing kept shifting, the way he kept turning as if he couldn’t find a place to settle. Or maybe he was uneasy because I’d rolled away from him and curled up on my own side like a sulking child. I shut my eyes again, pretending I might fall asleep. But Roman had other plans. The mattress dipped. He turned, moving toward me. I felt the warmth of him first, then the slow drag of his body closing the space until he was pressed against my back. “I'm sorry, baby,” he whispered. And suddenly my stupid heart was fully awake. Just like my body. Even though my muscles were taut, my thighs pressed together as if trying to trap the lingering ache between them.Then I felt warmth. The ghost of a touch, so light it might have been a dream. But no, it was real. Roman’s lips, soft and deliberate, pressed against the curve of my neck, just below my ear. His breath fanned over my skin, hot and damp, sending a shiver down my spine. I stirred, my lashes fluttering as consciousness completely pulled me from the haze of sleep I was trying to lose myself in earlier. His mouth didn’t stop. It trailed lower, over the slope of my shoulder, his teeth grazing just enough to make my breath hitch. A low, apologetic murmur vibrated against my skin. “I’m sorry, Sav,” he whispered, his voice rough with sleep and something darker—regret, maybe, or hunger. “I didn’t mean to leave you like that last night.” I exhaled, my body already responding, my nipples tightening beneath the thin cotton of my sleep tank. I should have been annoyed, woken like this without warning, but the way his hands slid over my waist, possessive and reverent all at once, melted any resistance. His palm cupped my breast, his thumb circling my nipple through the fabric, and I arched into the touch without thinking. A quiet sound escaped me, half sigh, half whimper.Roman groaned in response, his hips shifting against my ass, the hard ridge of his erection pressing into the cleft of my cheeks. He rocked once, twice, the friction sending a jolt of heat straight to my core. “You’re so perfect,” he murmured, his lips moving to the shell of my ear. “Even when you’re angry with me.” I wasn’t angry. Not anymore. Not when his fingers were already slipping beneath the waistband of my sleep shorts, sliding between my thighs. The first brush of his fingertips against my folds made me gasp. I was wet—soaked, my body betraying how much I’d wanted this since last night. Roman hissed at the contact, his fingers parting me with ease, two of them slipping inside me in one smooth stroke. “Christ, my love,” he breathed, his voice thick. “You’re practically dripping for me.” I couldn’t answer. My back arched, my hips lifting into his touch as he curled his fingers, dragging them out slowly before pushing them back in. The stretch burned, delicious and deep, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan. But Roman didn’t want silence. His free hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back just enough to press his mouth to mine, swallowing the sounds I made. His tongue slid against mine, slow and deep, mirroring the rhythm of his fingers inside me. Then—movement. His hand left my hair, hooking into the waistband of my shorts and panties, dragging them down my thighs in one swift motion. The cool air hit my exposed skin, but I barely noticed. Roman was already pulling off his own shorts, his cock springing free, thick and flushed. I felt him before I saw him—the heat of his body pressing against my back, the slick head of his erection nudging between my cheeks. “Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his voice rough, his hand sliding up to grip my breast, his thumb rolling my nipple between his fingers. “Tell me you’re mine.” I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.” The word was a breath, a vow. “I’m yours. Forever.” Roman didn’t wait. He guided himself to my entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against me, stretching me open as he pushed inside. I gasped, my fingers clawing at the sheets, my body adjusting to the intrusion. He went slow, so slow it was torture, each inch filling me until his hips finally met my ass, his balls heavy against me. “Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. “You feel like bliss.”I could only whimper in response, my body already tightening around him. He stayed buried inside me for a long moment, his breath ragged against my skin, his hand still kneading my breast. Then he began to move. His hips rolled in deep, deliberate thrusts, each one dragging against that sensitive spot inside me that made my toes curl. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound mixing with the wet slap of skin and the distant crash of waves against the shore. “Roman—” His name spilled from my lips like a plea, my voice trembling. I needed more. I needed him more. As if he heard the unspoken demand, his pace quickened, his thrusts growing sharper, more insistent. His free hand slid down my stomach, his fingers finding my clit, circling in tight, relentless strokes. “Come for me,” he growled, his teeth grazing my earlobe. “Let me feel you.” My body coiled tight, my orgasm building with every snap of his hips, every flick of his fingers. I was so close, so close— Then Roman’s hand left my breast, gripping my hip as he pulled out suddenly. I whined at the loss, but before I could protest, he was turning me, his mouth crashing onto mine as he guided me onto my back. I fell against the pillows, my legs parting instinctively as he settled between them, his cock already notching against my entrance again. This time, when he pushed inside, it was different. Deeper. More intimate. His weight pressed me into the mattress, his chest against mine, his heart pounding in time with my own. He braced himself on his forearms, his dark eyes locked onto mine as he began to move. Each thrust was slow, deep, his hips rolling in a way that made me see stars. “Look at me,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Let me see you.” I couldn’t look away. Not when he was like this—open, vulnerable, his usual cocky confidence stripped down to something raw and real. His hands cradled my face, his thumbs brushing my cheekbones as he rocked my world, his body moving in a rhythm that was both gentle and desperate. “I love you,” he whispered, his lips skimming mine. “I love you so fucking much.” My breath hitched. The words, the way he was touching me—it was too much. My nails dug into his shoulders, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts, my body climbing higher, higher— “Roman, I—” My voice broke as the first wave of my orgasm crashed over me, my back arching off the bed. Pleasure ripped through me, my inner walls clenching around his cock, milking him as he buried himself to the hilt with a groan. “Savannah—” His voice was guttural, his body tensing above mine as his own release hit. I felt him pulse inside me, hot and thick, his cock twitching as he came. His forehead dropped to mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the last of his orgasm wrung him dry. For a long moment, neither of us moved. The only sounds were our mingled breaths, the distant cry of gulls, and the rhythmic crash of the sea against the cliffs below. Roman’s weight was a perfect pressure, his body still half-draped over mine, his cock softening but not yet slipping free. Finally, he lifted his head, his eyes searching mine. His thumb brushed my lower lip, his expression softer than ever. “Will you spend the day with me, my love?” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. I smiled, my body still humming, my skin slick with sweat and the aftermath of pleasure. “Of course I'll spend the day with you. Everyday. Forever.” I whispered back, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. He smiled. “Thank you.” Outside, the sun climbed higher, painting the room in gold. But neither of us moved. Not yet. The world could wait.