I’ve lived a full life because you love me.” My voice wavers, my heart swelling with the immeasurable love I feel for this man.
He nuzzles his nose into my hair, inhaling. “This entire time, our story was supposed to be…you lived, and I died. But alas, plot twist. The writer of our story is one messed up, sadistic bitch.”
I can’t help but laugh weakly because he’s right.
“We’re both fighting harder for the other person’s life,” I say, not fully understanding this irrevocable bond we share.
He’s silent, his heavy breathing the only sound betraying his thoughts. “When it comes to accepting your own death…I think we make peace that it’s our time. But when faced with the death of someone you love…you’ll fight for them, with them until their last dying breath,” he openly confesses.
I gasp because it’s exactly how I feel. I just couldn’t find the right words.
Roman is forever my protector, but in this circumstance, he has to let go. “You can save people’s lives…but you can’t save them from life.” And that’s the god’s honest truth.
“You could always do more trials.” His pleas are beginning to fizzle.
“What’s the point? You’re still dead, and I don’t want to live in a world where you don’t exist.”
“Well, neither do I.”
What a crossroad to be stuck at.
“So what do we do now?” And that’s the million-dollar question. That’s the question I’ve been asking myself all day.
“Now,” he whispers, a mewl slipping from me when he lowers his lips and kisses over my thrumming pulse. “We forget about today and focus on tomorrow.”
“I like the sound of that.” I barely get the words out as he bites and licks over my sensitive flesh.
It doesn’t take long before I’m lax against him, allowing him full rein of my body. His hands and lips are everywhere, taking my breath away with their exigency to engulf me whole. He spins me around, and our lips smash together, desperate to never break apart.
He fists my hair, his ravenous rumbles stirring a burn within my soul. We can no longer wait, as each second is truly precious. He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, never severing our lips dancing in perfect harmony.
My back hits the sofa and Roman’s weight falls on top of me soon after. We’re a blur of frenzied hands and hungry tongues as we tug at one another’s clothing, the desperation leaving me gasping for breath.
The moment I’m naked beneath him, he cherishes every inch of my flesh. Losing myself in him, I never want to be found. He milks every last tremor of pleasure from me before he finally comes up for air.
I watch with lust-clouded vision as he reaches over his head and tears off his T-shirt. My eyes zero in on the center of his chest. The soft lighting showcases the scar, bringing home the fact that our time together comes with an expiration date.
I’ve been brave, but in the partial darkness, I let down my walls. “I’m scared,” I whisper, raising my hand and placing a palm to his hammering heart.
“I am too,” he confesses. “But everything worth doing starts with being scared.”
“It’s not the beginning I’m afraid of,” I acknowledge, turning my cheek, ashamed.
“Don’t be afraid. I’ll never stop holding your hand.” The importance of his promise comes to a climax when he places his hand over mine. “I’ll never give up on you.”
And I know he means it.
A single tear falls down my cheek before words will no longer suffice. I reach for his neck, drawing his face back to mine. He presses our foreheads together, staring deeply into my eyes. That single look amounts to a thousand words. I close the distance between us and kiss him like there is no tomorrow.
His pants hit the floor minutes later, and before long, we’re moving, breathing, living as one. I will never tire of this feeling. Nothing can ever surmount this.
“I…love you,” I gasp, eyes slipping to half-mast in pure ecstasy.
My words inspire him to move faster and harder, linking us so not even a wisp of air can pass between us. “I love you, too.”
“Never let me go.” With trembling fingers, I trace every curve of his chiseled face, wishing to memorize every single part of him. With an unhurried tempo, he moves, relishing in the feel of us becoming one.
His head falls to my shoulder. He hums, smelling, licking, teasing my slicked flesh. “I promise.” He accents his comment with a buck of