I Live For You

I Live For You
Chapter 282: I Live For You 
Roman 

It felt like time had folded in on itself. We were just… there. Standing in the bathroom, steam drifting around us. She was close enough that I could see every tiny shift in her expression—the softness in her eyes, the quiet awareness, the warmth that never seemed to fade when she looked at me.

I could have stood there forever.

And somehow, the strangest thought rose to the surface before I could stop it. And I ended up blurting out what was on my mind. 

“I wish you’d met my mom.” The words slipped out raw and unfiltered as I lifted my hand and cupped her cheek.

For a heartbeat, she looked surprised. Then she leaned into my palm like the touch was something she’d been waiting for.

“Me too,” she whispered.

My thumb brushed beneath her eye, tracing warmth instead of tears this time.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Savannah,” I said quietly. “I’ll never get tired of saying that.”

Her smile came slowly—soft, almost shy. It transformed her entire face. “I didn’t used to hear that a lot,” she admitted, gaze dropping for a moment. “Not like this. I’m… still getting used to it.”

She glanced up again, something vulnerable flickering there. “But it makes me feel good. I love hearing you say it.”

My expression hardened without meaning to. “Then everyone else was blind.”

She hesitated.

“The only one who used to say I was pretty…” Her voice thinned slightly. “Was Kingston.”

The name struck like a spark to dry fuel.

Anger surged through me instantly. Sharp, violent and uncontrollable anger. Even dead, he managed to provoke rage so intense it tasted metallic at the back of my throat.

That monster had looked at her and seen possession. Violation. Cruelty disguised as attention.

My jaw clenched. “That bastard,” I muttered.

Before the anger could build further, she moved. Her arms slid around my neck, drawing me down into a gentle kiss. It wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t heated.

It was slow and grounding.

When she pulled back, she smiled brightly. “He can’t touch me anymore,” she said softly. “Not when you’re here.”

The tension in my chest loosened just slightly.

“You’re right,” I murmured. “Nothing gets near you again.”

She studied me for a moment then a small laugh escaped her. “I love you, Roman.”

The words landed somewhere deep and permanent.

I didn’t hesitate. “I live for you.”

Something shifted in her eyes—warmth turning to fire. Her lips found mine again, but this time the kiss carried weight. Relief. Claim. Desire sharpened by everything we had almost lost.

I held her closer, one hand settling at her waist, the other still cradling her face as the world outside us disappeared completely.

She pulled back only long enough to lift her blouse over her head. The motion was unhurried.

My breath stalled.

She met my gaze with playful steadiness as she stepped out of the rest of her clothes, piece by piece, never once breaking eye contact.

“Change of mind?” I asked, voice lower than before. 

She shook her head, lips curving faintly. “No,” she murmured. “But we can improvise.”

My attention remained locked on her, the sight of her naked body stealing every coherent thought I had left.

“Improvise,” I repeated quietly. “I’m listening.”

She stepped closer until there was barely space between us. “You’re supposed to be healing,” she said gently.

Her fingers brushed along my chest, slow and deliberate, as though reminding both of us of restraint that neither of us truly wanted.

Then she rose on her toes and pressed a kiss to my lips. Another followed at my jaw. Then my neck.

Each touch was unhurried. Measured. Almost like a promise instead of an act.

My hands found the wall behind her, bracing myself as sensation spread outward in waves I had no defense against.

She drifted lower, lips brushing along my chest in a trail that made my breath grow uneven. The heat in the room seemed to thicken, pressing against skin and lungs alike.

I could feel every movement. Every pause. Every breath she took. Need built slowly—not explosive, not reckless—then heavily and irresistibly. 

She stepped back just enough to look up at me, eyes dark, searching, certain.

Then she lowered herself gracefully, settling before my legs with quiet intention. Her hands rested lightly against my thighs for balance.

Steam curled between us.

The world narrowed to a single charged moment—her gaze lifted, mine locked on hers, the silence between us alive with everything neither of us had spoken aloud.

And there we remained. Suspended. Waiting.

Guess I'm getting lucky today after all. 

\~~~~~
Savannah 

I didn’t hesitate. I dropped to my knees in front of him, the cool porcelain of the bathroom floor pressing against my skin. I reached up, my fingers wrapping around the base of his cock, my touch firm. 

Roman hissed, his hips jerking forward instinctively, his length already thick and veiny, the head flushed dark with blood. He was painfully hard, the kind that made his thighs tremble, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts through his nose.

All that anger…

“Fuck,” he growled, his voice rough. His dark eyes burned down at me, his chest heaving. 

I didn’t speak. I just leaned in, my breath hot against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh before my tongue flicked out, tracing a slow, wet path up the underside of his shaft. 

Roman’s abs clenched, his fingers tangling in my hair, gripping tight enough to make my scalp prickle. He didn’t guide me—he didn’t need to. I knew exactly what he wanted. What he needed. 

So I let him grip and tug as hard as he wanted. 

My lips parted, and I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the crown before I sank down, my throat opening for him with ease. 

Roman groaned, his head falling back, his free hand slamming against the wall for balance. The heat of my mouth was probably driving him insane, the way my lips stretched around his girth, the wet, sloppy sounds filling the shower as I bobbed my head, taking him deeper with every pass. 

“Oh, God.” He groaned. “Yes… fuck yes.” 

My fingers dug into his ass, pulling him closer, urging him to fuck my face, and Roman didn’t resist. He slowly thrust his hips forward, his cock hitting the back of my throat, my gag reflex barely there as I swallowed around him, my throat fluttering.

“That’s it,” he snarled, his voice a guttural rasp. “Take it. Take every fucking inch.” His grip in my hair tightened, his fingers twisting in the strands as he set the pace, his cock pistoning in and out of my mouth. 

I moaned around him, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his balls. My hands slid up, cupping his ass, my nails scoring his skin as I hollowed my cheeks, my lips sealed tight around the base of his shaft. I was relentless, my mouth a vice, my tongue working the underside of his cock with expert precision. 

Roman’s breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles coiled so tight I knew he could feel the burn in his thighs.

He pulled me off with a wet pop, breathing fast while clutching his chest, his cock glistening with my saliva as the head was still swollen and angry. 
I gasped, my lips red and swollen, a string of spit connecting my mouth to his tip before it snapped. 

I looked up at him, my eyes dark with hunger, my chest heaving. “I love doing that,” I murmured, my voice husky, my fingers stroking his length. “I want more.”

Roman didn’t answer with words. He yanked me up, his mouth crashing onto mine in a bruising kiss. 

I melted against him, my body pressing flush to his, my breasts mashed against his chest, the hard points of my nipples dragging against his skin. 

Roman’s tongue plunged into my mouth, tangling with mine, his teeth nipping at my lower lip before he sucked it between his, biting down just hard enough to make me whimper. His hands roamed over me, one gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks, the other sliding up to palm my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple.

I arched into his touch, a needy sound tearing from my throat. “Roman—” His name was a plea, a demand, my fingers clawing at his shoulders, my nails digging into the thick muscle. 

He tore his mouth from mine, his breath hot against my ear. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” His voice shook, his lips brushing the shell of my ear before his teeth closed around the lobe, biting down. 

I shuddered, my body trembling against his. “Yes,” I gasped. “I do—”