Page 74 of Forbidden Daddy
Her breath caught, and for a moment, time seemed suspended between us. Then she rose on her toes, her lips finding mine in a kiss that tasted like hope and promises and forever.
When we broke apart, both breathing hard, she rested her forehead against mine.
"Take me to bed," she whispered.
The request sent electricity straight through my veins, but this wasn’t about desire. This was about connection, about two people who’d walked through hell together, finding solace in each other’s arms.
I caught her hand and led her toward the bedroom, toward whatever future we were building one choice at a time.
30
CASSIE
The silence between us felt sacred as Roman led me through the penthouse, his fingers intertwined with mine. No words, no commands—just the understanding that we both needed this. Needed each other.
In the bedroom, moonlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, painting everything in silver. The city sprawled below us, but it felt like we were the only two people in the world.
I turned to face him, studying the planes of his face in the dim light. The strong jaw, the scar near his lip that told stories I was still learning, the blue eyes that had seen too much violence but still looked at me like I was something precious.
I kissed him first, slow, searching. Not to seduce or claim, but because I needed him and wasn’t afraid to ask anymore. His hands came up to frame my face, thumbs brushing across my cheekbones with devastating gentleness.
"Cassie," he whispered against my lips, my name like a prayer.
I reached for the buttons of his shirt, my fingers steady despite the way my heart hammered against my ribs. He let me undress him piece by piece, standing perfectly still as I mapped the geography of scars and tattoos that told the story of his life. When his shirt fell away, I pressed my cheek to his chest, feeling his heartbeat—fast and alive and real.
His hands found the hem of my dress, lifting it slowly, reverently. Each inch of revealed skin felt like a revelation under his touch. He memorized me with careful fingers, like he was trying to commit every detail to memory.
When he laid me down on the bed, there was no rush, no desperation. Just Roman, looking at me like I was the answer to every question he’d ever asked.
He eased my legs apart, kissing his way along the inside of my knee, the spot behind my knee, the tender spot on the inside of my thigh where my pulse fluttered with each caress. My eyes fluttered closed, reveling in the sensation, but I heard his quiet instruction.
"Look at me, angel."
He hovered above my heat, his breath tickling across my sensitive flesh, those blue eyes pinning me in place.
"I want to make love to you," he said, his thumbs circling my hips in slow, maddening strokes. "I want to take my time to show you just how much you mean to me. Let me."
My heart skipped. "Y-yes."
His mouth found me, warm and unhurried. Every lap of his tongue carried hidden intention, like he was worshipping mewith the perfect pressure, the perfect heat. My vision blurred as he built me up slowly, deliberately, holding nothing back.
I shook in his arms, shuddering with need, desperate for release but terrified of losing control.
"It’s okay, angel." His thumb circled my opening while he teased my clit with the tip of his tongue. "Let go. Give me everything."
The orgasm broke like a storm. I cried out, fingers digging into the sheets, every muscle tense and shivering. I rode the waves, pushing myself to the edge of release and crashing back, leaving me weak and trembling.
But Roman didn’t let up. "Again, angel. Don’t hold back."
"Please." I didn’t even know what I was begging for, only that he knew.
With perfect accuracy, he found the exact place that made my vision go white. A thousand words flooded my mind, insistent and overwhelming. But they all boiled down to the same three.
"I love you," I gasped. "I love you, Roman."
His mouth left me, and I felt the mattress shift as he settled his weight on top of me. His lips found mine, kissing me like a vow.
"I love you," I repeated against his mouth, knowing it was true.
