Chapter 48 I Don't Beg Roman’s large hand burned into my waist and drew me closer, pulling me into his heat. His gaze remained on mine, hungry and impatient. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “Tell me, Savannah, what’s got you this undone?” Heat rose to my cheeks, and I fought to steady my breath. “You,” I admitted, voice thick. He smiled—a slow, wicked curl of his lips—and slid his hand up the smooth curve of my thigh, fingertips tracing the fabric of my dress like it was nothing more than a veil. “Fuck me,” I whispered. “I can't not afford to, Sav,” he said, his voice dropping to a velvet growl. He moved like a predator, slow and deliberate, his hands gliding down my sides before sliding beneath the hem of my dress. The rough edge of his fingers found the delicate fabric of my panties, tracing the curve of my hip with featherlight teasing. My breath hitched. “Roman,” I whispered, voice thick and begging.He lifted his head, lips curled into a wicked smile. “May I?” His voice was velvet-coated. I didn’t hesitate. “Please.” His fingers hooked the edge of my panties with careful, teasing precision. The cool night air hit the exposed skin as he slowly slid them down, inch by tantalizing inch, until they pooled at my ankles. He picked them up, and folded them neatly into his pocket. His eyes raked over me, dark and possessive. I swallowed hard, the anticipation twisting tight in my belly. His lips pressed a featherlight kiss just above my breasts, slowly trailing upward, each soft touch setting fire beneath my skin. Then he stopped, just when I thought he'd reach my lips. He knelt before me, hands bracing on the rough wall behind me, his breath hot where I needed him most, hands parting my thighs like he was claiming his territory. “Don’t even think about stopping me,” he said, eyes locked on mine, dark and hungry. “You’re mine.” His tongue flicked out, a slow and torturous tease, licking a delicate path up my inner thigh, sending shockwaves through me.His mouth descended, lips parting to capture the swollen, glistening folds of my sex. My hips bucked in response. Every part of my body was suddenly on fire. Roman’s tongue flicked out, tracing slow, teasing circles around my clit, his breath hot and ragged against my slick skin. I gasped, arching into him, the exquisite torment of his touch sending shivers down my spine. His tongue swirled faster, harder, licking and flicking with expert precision that stole my breath and scattered my thoughts. His fingers pressed into my hip, steadying me as he sank deeper, his mouth taking more of me in, sucking and nipping softly. The sensation was maddening—every stroke, every flick of his tongue igniting fireworks beneath my skin. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate to feel more of him, to press his face deeper into me. Desperate for him to never stop. And it was evident in my body's response to his every touch. “That’s it,” he rasped against my pussy, the rough scrape of his voice vibrating into my core. “You remember how good it is. How good I make you feel.” “Please,” I begged, voice broken and raw. “Don’t stop.” Roman growled low in his throat, fingers digging into my thighs as he held me still, completely under his control. His mouth moved with ferocious intent, tongue plunging deep, swirling around the sensitive entrance, teasing the spot that had me trembling uncontrollably. My hips jerked, pressing insistently against his face, desperate for release. “You’re shaking already,” he murmured, the smirk in his voice making me want to slap him… or pull him closer. When his tongue swept over me again, I bit my lip hard to keep the sound in this time, worrying that someone would hear me. He didn’t let up— he circled, licked, and drew me higher and higher until I could feel my body clenching in anticipation. I was right there. Seconds away from tipping over— when he pulled back. My eyes flew open. “What the hell—”“You remember that little discussion we had about begging?” His tone was like that of a man who knew he'd won. My nail scraped the wall behind me. “Roman… Like right now?” We were still in that position. My legs were open to him, and he knelt there, facing my core, waiting for me to say the magic word that would guarantee me release. “Roman…” My voice was breathless, almost desperate. He grinned against me, placing a kiss on my sensitive and dripping core. “Shh. Not yet.” My hips bucked instantly. I bit my lip, weighing my options. Roman was watching me with a smirk. “You know what to do, Savannah.” My body was a live wire—aching, hungry, desperate. My hands clenched into fists at my sides. “You’re killing me.” His fingers curled deeper into my flesh. “I'd never dream of doing that.” “But you wouldn't let me…” “Not until you ask,” he said simply, his fingers pressing into my thighs to keep me spread. “Say it. Beg me.” My pride flared hot. I shook my head, panting. “I don’t beg.” He chuckled low in his throat. “Then you don’t come.” He went back to teasing me— slow flicks, maddening strokes— but every time I neared the edge, he eased off. Over and over. Until I was trembling so hard my knees barely held me. “Please,” I finally gasped, the word torn from me like a confession. I never knew how pleasurable this was— having someone go down on me…. until Roman pressed his lips to me that day. And shattered everything I thought I knew. He stilled. “Say it right.” My eyes fluttered shut, swallowing my shame and the little shards of my dignity. “Please… let me come.” He grinned, like a villain. “With pleasure.” That’s when he devoured me— no more teasing, no more restraint. His mouth worked me mercilessly, his tongue stroking me in a rhythm that felt like it was made to undo me completely. My hands flew back into his hair, yanking, holding him there as wave after wave tore through me. By the time it was over, my head had fallen back against the wall, my chest heaving, my legs trembling around his shoulders. He rose slowly, dragging his mouth up my body until his lips brushed my ear. “That,” he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction, “is what happens when you finally obey.” He placed kisses on my flushed skin as I tried to stabilise my breathing. I groaned, falling back against the cold stone wall, legs trembling, heart pounding loud in my ears. And my mouth? It still never stopped begging. “Please… please, Roman,” I breathed, voice raw and ragged, “I need you. I want you inside me. Please, don’t stop.”