From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 244

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 244**

“There’s nothing to forgive,” I murmured gently, my voice barely above a whisper. “Because I never truly held anything against you. We both made mistakes. If you’re seeking forgiveness, then I should be asking for it too.”

For a moment, silence enveloped us. He just gazed at me, the tension that had etched itself into his features began to dissipate. There was something raw and unguarded flickering in his eyes, a vulnerability that tugged at my heart. Finally, he broke the stillness between us.

“How did I ever get so lucky?” he breathed, the words escaping his lips like a secret.

The way he uttered those words sent a wave of warmth through my chest, making it ache in the most beautiful way. I let out a soft laugh, a sound tinged with disbelief, as I struggled to swallow past the lump forming in my throat. “I could say the same thing,” I replied, a smile breaking through.

He leaned in then, slowly, deliberately, his gaze dropping to my lips with an intensity that made my heart race. Just as he was about to close the distance, he hesitated, his breath hitching in his throat like he was grappling with a storm of emotions.

“Don’t even think about asking,” I warned him softly, my voice a mere whisper, laced with playful caution.

That teasing remark shattered the final barrier between us.

I met him halfway, and when our lips finally collided, it felt like an explosion of everything we had kept bottled inside. It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was a fierce, consuming connection that healed wounds we didn’t even know we had. It was a kiss that spoke volumes of the emotions neither of us could articulate.

The taste of him lingered on my tongue, the warmth of his breath enveloping me—it was all too overwhelming yet somehow not enough. A sound escaped my lips, half a sigh, half a moan, and I felt him respond instantly, deepening the kiss with a fervor that ignited every nerve in my body.

Roman shifted, guiding me backward until my spine met the cool surface of the mattress. Then, with a sudden shift, he lay back, pulling me with him so that I straddled him. My heart thundered in my chest as I glanced down at him—his hair tousled, lips swollen from our kisses, and his eyes darkened with a desire that made my pulse race even faster.

His hands found their way to my hips, grounding me. “Savannah…” he breathed my name like a sacred vow. “I love you. I’ll never stop loving you.”

“I know,” I whispered, the certainty of my own feelings washing over me.

He searched my face, looking for something—perhaps reassurance or confirmation. But all I could do was look back at him, my breath shaky, my thoughts unraveling one by one until all that remained was him.

I kissed him again, slowly trailing my lips down his neck, savoring the warmth of his skin beneath my mouth. I let my tongue explore a path down his body, inching closer to his waist. My fingertips trembled with anticipation, and I could feel his breath catch, the small sound that escaped him resonating through me like a melody.

For what felt like an eternity, we remained in that charged silence, the air thick with unspoken words and electric tension.

Then he whispered, “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” I breathed, surprising even myself with the unwavering certainty in my voice. “I want to do this for you.”

He exhaled shakily, his hand cradling my jaw, his thumb brushing along my lower lip with a tenderness that made my heart swell. The look in his eyes wasn’t one of lust; it was a profound reverence.

This moment transcended mere physicality. It wasn’t just about making love or seeking forgiveness; it was about reclaiming our connection, about belonging to one another once more.

“Savannah…” he started.

“Shh.” I pressed my finger gently to his lips, silencing him. “Don’t say anything.”

For once, there was no anger, no blame, no ghosts haunting our past. It was just us—finally, fully, quietly—finding our way back to one another.

His jaw clenched, a muscle twitching in response. “Don’t—don’t tease me right now.”

My only response was to take him deeper, my throat working around him until his curses blurred together. His hand fisted tightly in my hair, so tight I nearly lost myself in the moment, and his hips jerked despite his attempts to hold back. He was swearing, moaning, my name spilling from his lips, his entire body trembling on the precipice.

“Fuck, I’m close—” His warning broke off in a strangled groan.

I didn’t relent. I pressed harder, dragging my nails up his thighs, feeling his control snap like a fragile thread. His body seized with release, shudders ripping through him as his voice cracked around my name.

I pulled away just long enough to tell him, “In my mouth, Roman.”

“Fuck!” His grip on my hair tightened as he thrust upward, filling my mouth with spurt after spurt of his release. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, his hand holding me down as I swallowed every drop he had to give, not letting a single one go to waste.

When he finally opened his eyes again, dazed and undone, I remained kneeling there, my lips wet, my eyes sparkling with wicked triumph. Slowly, I licked my mouth, savoring the moment, then sat back on my heels, my chest heaving with exhilaration.

He looked utterly ruined—head tipped back, hair plastered to his forehead, chest rising and falling as if he had just run a marathon.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he rasped, his voice still raw and filled with awe.

I climbed onto the bed, straddling his lap, the robe slipping off my body—courtesy of Roman. Smirking, I leaned closer, whispering, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

His laugh was breathless, weak, but he didn’t say anything else. Instead, he pulled me against him, kissing me with a hunger that spoke volumes, as if I had just rewired everything between us.