Chapter 48: I Don't Beg

Roman’s large hand burned into my waist and drew me closer, pulling me into his heat. His gaze remained on mine, hungry and impatient. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “Tell me, Savannah, what’s got you this undone?” Heat rose to my cheeks, and I fought to steady my breath. “You,” I admitted, voice thick. He smiled—a slow, wicked curl of his lips—and slid his hand up the smooth curve of my thigh, fingertips tracing the fabric of my dress like it was nothing more than a veil. “Fuck me,” I whispered. “I can't not afford to, Sav,” he said, his voice dropping to a velvet growl. He moved like a predator, slow and deliberate, his hands gliding down my sides before sliding beneath the hem of my dress. The rough edge of his fingers found the delicate fabric of my panties, tracing the curve of my hip with featherlight teasing. My breath hitched. “Roman,” I whispered, voice thick and begging. He lifted his head, lips curled into a wicked smile. “May I?” His voice was velve