Roman’s POVShe was still beneath me.Breath shallow. Skin damp. Hair tangled like wild silk across the sheets.My arms were caged around her, chest pressed against her back, our heartbeats thudding in sync like drums in a war. She wasn’t trembling anymore.But I was.Not from sex.From need.I buried my face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in like it was the only way I could survive. Her skin smelled like sweat, perfume, and me. My scent was all over her. Inside her. On her thighs. Between her legs.Fucking heaven.I pulled out slowly, almost reluctantly, and she let out the faintest whimper. My hands were already on her—rubbing her lower back, sliding down to cup her hips, grounding her.“You okay?” I asked, my voice rough.She nodded against the sheets, too soft to speak.I smiled.Because I knew what that meant.I’d wrecked her.Owned her.And I’d do it again the second she could take more.I got up just long enough to grab a shirt someone’s, not mine and gently slipped it
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