Chapter 22 —Now you're officially a problem for me.

Narrator:

Roman lifted her effortlessly. One hand firmly under her thighs, the other holding her back as their mouths remained entangled, desperate, hungry for everything they had kept quiet for days.

Aylin wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as if the ground no longer existed, feeling his hard, hot, strong body pressed against hers, guiding her to the bed without letting go for a second.

He let her fall onto the sheets, slowly, as if placing her there were a ritual.

And he looked at her. From her feet to her lips.

He took his time, admiring her as if she were a divine sin.

“Look at you...” he whispered, his voice dragging as if it were hard for him to restrain himself. “So fucking perfect.”

Aylin didn't have time to respond.

Roman stripped off his T-shirt in one swift movement and stood before her, golden skin, taut muscles, heavy breathing... a man made to sin and make her sin with him.

He leaned over the bed, resting