His kiss was sinfully drugging, devastating. I could kiss him forever, drown in the way his lips moved against mine, in the way his tongue tangled with mine—languid, wicked, consuming.
But just as I leaned in, desperate for more, he pulled back, his lips hovering a fraction of an inch from mine.
I gasped, aching for the contact.
A devilish smirk curved his lips. Teasing.
Toying.
“Roman…” I whispered, my breath shuddering.
He chuckled, low and dark, brushing his nose against mine, keeping me in unbearable suspense.
The heat between us was suffocating.
His lips parted, and instead of kissing me, he exhaled, letting his warm breath ghost over my mouth, over my jaw, down the line of my throat.
I trembled.
Then, his mouth was at my ear, his voice a rough, desperate whisper. “I love you so goddamned much, Olivia.”
His words sparkled in dry timber, setting off a wildfire inside me.
“I love you too,” I gasped, clutching his shoulders, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping me standing. “I never want to be away from you again.”
His lips skimmed over my cheeks, eyelids, and jaw—kisses so soft and reverent, each one sinking under my skin, branding me.
“Never.”
Then, his mouth crushed against mine.
This time, there was no holding back.
The kiss turned desperate, frantic, our tongues clashing, our bodies pressed tight, the heat between us molten.
His hands slipped beneath the silk of my dressing gown, trailing up my bare legs, igniting fire in their wake.
I gasped, opening wider, offering myself to him.
His fingertips traced torturous circles inside my knee, then glided higher, higher, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
So close. Too slow. Too much.
I quivered, aching, desperate.
“Roman,” I breathed, my voice breaking with need. Panting. Pleading.
A wicked smirk curled his lips. His eyes darkened, full of heat and intent.
“Patience, amore,” he murmured, dragging his fingers along the slick, needy folds between my legs. “I’m going to make you fall apart—inch by inch.”
A shudder racked through me, wild tremors overtaking my body as his fingers traced the slick, swollen heat of me.
My head fell back, my lips parting on a moan, my entire body quivering beneath his touch.
Then, he lifted my gown and lowered his head between my thighs.
The moment his breath met my aching core, I nearly sobbed.
