+18 WARNING. The sound of her cry still echoed in the bedroom when Roman turned toward her. Eva sat upright, chest rising fast, sweat on her skin, the blanket pulled tight around her body. He reached out slowly, palm open, voice low. "You are safe now. It was only a dream." She stared at him, eyes wide, then let the blanket slip from her fingers. He moved closer, careful not to startle her, and brushed damp hair from her cheek. Her breathing slowed a little when his thumb traced her jaw. She leaned into the touch without thinking.“I am here, and you are mine” He assured, kissing her on her forehead. A wave of want run through her, and she didn’t care if it was the hormones or it was her, but she wanted him. “You haven’t made me yours” She whispered, looking at him, she expected him to reply, instead he kissed her forehead first, then the corner of her mouth, waiting for her to answer with her own lips. When she did, the kiss deepened, warm and unhurried. His hands stayed gentle
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