CHAPTER 93: MINE ALONE (18+)

"Ahh... Rome..."

Sylvia’s breathy moan slipped out before she could stop it, her back pressed firmly against the wall.

Rome’s lips were relentless, searing a trail of fire down her skin as if he wanted to devour every inch of her.

"R-Rome... l-let’s go to my room... n-not here, please..." she whispered desperately, though her trembling voice betrayed how weak her resistance was.

But Rome didn’t slow down. He acted as if he hadn’t heard her at all, his hunger too overwhelming to be controlled.

His mouth moved from her lips to her neck, his teeth grazing her soft skin, while his hands explored her body with feverish need. Each touch felt as if he were marking her as his own.

Sylvia’s knees weakened under the heat of his kisses. Since they had become a couple, there hadn’t been a single day when Rome hadn’t claimed her, pulling her close as though terrified she might slip away.

Rome wasn’t just a passionate lover, he was insatiable. Wild. Obsessed.

And Sylvia, though she had never been this desperate for someone before, couldn’t bring herself to resist. She loved him, every intensity, every ounce of his consuming desire. For that love, she was willing to give him everything, her body, her soul, her entire being.

"Ahhh... Rome..."

Her moan grew louder as his hips pressed harder against hers, his clothed body grinding against her bare skin. She shivered at the contrast, her vulnerability against his dominance.

Her clothes had already slipped away, leaving her completely bare beneath him, while Rome remained half-dressed, his pants and undergarments pushed low, exposing the hard length of him.

His clothed torso pressed firmly against her naked skin, the heat of his body searing into hers as he moved with a desperate friction that made her tremble and gasp beneath him.

"You’re mine... Sylvia... mine and mine alone..."

His voice came out like a growl, rough and low, vibrating against her ear. He repeated it again and again, like an oath he was swearing with every breath, words meant to sink into her skin and bind her to him forever.

Sylvia shivered, her fingers curling tightly as she clung to Rome’s shoulders. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, every word he breathed sending a rush of heat spiraling through her body.

Rome pressed closer, his lips brushing against the curve of her neck, his jaw tight, his eyes heavy with a hunger that felt both desperate and unstoppable.

Sweat gathered at his temple, dripping down as his heart thundered out of control.

No one else ever did this to him, no one but Sylvia. She made him feel wild as if just touching her could drive him over the edge.

Her flushed face tilted up toward him, lips trembling and parted in surrender. She looked so breathtaking that Rome’s chest ached with a greedy kind of awe.

He wanted to drown in her. To savor every sound she made, every shiver that rippled through her body.

And more than that, he wanted to claim her, to leave a mark no one else could erase. To make her feel him so deeply that she could never forget who she belonged to.

Sylvia’s breathing quickened, each gasp syncing with the rhythm of his kisses and the press of his body against hers. The tension built, wrapping around them like fire, until her voice broke out in a trembling cry.

"Ahh... Rome... I-I’m c-coming..."

Her body arched toward him, helpless against the rush of sensation tearing through her.

Rome’s jaw clenched, his grip on her hips tightening as he held her in place, fighting the storm that threatened to pull him under with her.

"N-not yet..." he rasped against her skin, his voice rough with restraint.

Every muscle in his body screamed with the effort to hold back, to prolong the moment, to make her feel every ounce of his control. His eyes darkened, fierce and determined, as he pressed his forehead to hers.

"Look at me," he whispered, his breath hot against her lips. "I want your eyes on me when you break... only me."

Her lashes fluttered, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking at the corners of her eyes as she tried to obey, her gaze locking with his.

One round would never be enough. Not when it came to Sylvia.

He wanted to break past every limit, to lose himself in her again and again, like a beast who could only ever be tamed by her touch, and yet, at the same time, could never be fully satisfied.

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"Sylvia... I still want more..."

Rome’s husky voice was thick with desire as his hand slid over Sylvia’s waist, his fingers itching to explore her again.

Sylvia instantly tapped his hand away, her brows knitting together in exhaustion. They had just spent the entire night tangled up, giving in to his insatiable hunger, yet Rome still wasn’t satisfied.

"Rome, enough. I’m exhausted. My body feels sore all over. What if I can’t even walk to school later?"

Rome couldn’t help but laugh at her complaint. Every passing day, he found himself falling deeper in love with Sylvia’s nagging. She always complained, yet she never truly pushed him away. When it came to their intimate moments, she always gave in.

"That’s all you’re worried about?" he teased, lips curling into a grin. "Then I’ll just carry you to school if you can’t walk."

Sylvia shot him a fiery glare, smacking his chest with the palm of her hand before pinching him until he winced.

"You’re impossible! You already get your way every night, and now you’re still this shameless? If you keep this up, maybe I should forbid you from kissing me whenever you wear me out like this."

Rome smirked and leaned closer, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Pfttt—like you could actually resist me. You love my kisses far too much to stop me. So don’t pretend you’re doing me a favor when you’re the one who always melts in my arms."

Her glare darkened. Sylvia pushed him back and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. The blanket slipped off, revealing her naked body and his bare, toned frame beneath her.

Rome stilled. His gaze locked onto her, drinking in every inch. He had seen her like this countless times before, yet somehow it always felt new. No matter how many times, she never failed to steal his breath away.

His lips curved into a slow grin as his eyes caught the furious blush painting her cheeks. It was as if she had only just realized what she had done.

"Oh?" His voice dropped lower, teasing. "Are you planning to take me by force now? Ravish me, hmm—ack!"

He grunted when she smacked his chest hard, his body jerking upward from the blow, which only pulled her closer against him.

"You’re hurting me, baby," he murmured with a wicked smile, tilting his head to watch her flustered reaction. His gaze lingered on her body before meeting her eyes again.

"What’s this? Are you craving me again? Or maybe..." He paused, grin widening. "...maybe your body is acting strange because you’re pregnant."

The words slipped out like a joke, but the second he said them, Rome caught the way Sylvia’s body went still. The color drained from her face, her hands frozen against his chest.

"H-hey, what’s wrong, Sylvia? I was just kidding..."

But Sylvia didn’t move, her silence making Rome uneasy.

Rome shifted their positions, rolling her beneath him. He was the one hovering over her now.

The sudden change snapped her out of her frozen state, but the worry in her eyes didn’t fade.

"What are you thinking, hmm?" he pressed, brushing her hair away from her face. "I told you, it was just a joke. Though honestly... it wouldn’t be such a bad thing, would it? If you ever did get pregnant, I’d take full responsibility. I’d—ackk!"

He broke off with a groan when she smacked him hard across the chest. Rome exaggerated a pout, clutching the spot where she had hit him.

"You’re hurting me, baby..." he muttered with a playful whine.

But Sylvia’s expression didn’t change. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her brows furrowing with worry.

"It’s not a good joke, Rome. We’re still young. I can’t... I can’t afford to get pregnant now. We’ve only just started this relationship."

Rome’s smile faded. For a moment, silence filled the room before his jaw tightened.

"So what if we’ve only just started?" he said coldly. "If it came down to it, I’d marry you. Right here, right now. I don’t care how young we are—I’m willing to give you everything you want, everything you need."

Sylvia’s chest tightened. Even hearing those words, her heart ached with doubt. The corners of her lips pulled downward as fear clouded her eyes.

"But Rome... your family..." she whispered, her voice breaking. "They’ll hate me for it. Who would accept someone like me—a poor girl, an orphan—as part of their family? It’s easy to say all these things now, but when it comes down to reality—"

"Stop."

Rome’s voice cut cold and sharp, silencing her instantly. He pushed himself off her and moved away.

Without another word, he grabbed the blanket and tucked it around her trembling body, covering her from the chill.

He then silently picked up her scattered undergarments from the floor, one by one, placing them gently on the bed beside her.

"Who cares if my family doesn’t like you? It’s not them you’re going to marry. It’s me. And even if we’re still young, I can take responsibility. So don’t.. don’t ever say those words again. In this relationship, the only person you should be thinking about is me. Not anyone else."

Rome started pulling on his clothes. Without sparing her another glance, he walked out of Sylvia’s room.