Sylvia clung to him, her fingers tightening on his shoulders as if she couldn't decide whether to push him away or pull him closer.
"R-Rome… stop… we just—ahh…"
Her protest was swallowed by another searing kiss, his lips claiming hers with a desperation that sent shivers racing down her spine.
Her mind screamed at her to resist, but her body betrayed her—trembling with every touch, every inch he explored, as if he were mapping her very soul through her skin.
Rome's breathing grew heavier, his voice low and ragged when he finally pulled back just enough to speak.
"You think I can keep my hands off you when you're here with me every day? You drive me insane, Sylvia. Just knowing you'll be sleeping in the next room… how the hell do you expect me to survive that?"
Sylvia's face flushed crimson, her chest rising and falling rapidly against his.
"T-That's exactly why I didn't want this… I knew you'd break your promise…"
