Page 306 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Sleeping with Roman was just a way to keep me from letting my nightmares grab hold of me once more.

I needed a reprieve.

Period.

What I got, though?

Oh my God….

It was nothing short of the most sensuously blissful experience I’ve ever encountered.

I’m talking toe-curling, light my insides on fire, can’t see anything but stars and glitter blissful.

When I used to daydream about his body pressed against me, he was just a boy. Now, he’s all man — strong, sexy, and sensual.

And he just completely ruined me for any other guy who crosses my path in the future.

Well, if there is a future.

But like I said, it was just a distraction.

And the orgasms that rocketed my body into oblivion also damn-near melted my brain.

That will help when my head hits the pillow.

I don’t think I can even conjure up the energy to dream after that.

It’s like my brain short-circuited…in the best possible way.

But I can’t stay here. I can’t feed these insane feelings swirling through my insides. It’s nuts! He’s a criminal!

Assault!

Kidnapping!

And that’s only what I’ve witnessed.

Lord only knows what else he’s done.

I don’t even want to try to imagine it because I’d really love for these body tingles to last a little longer. The aftershocks ripple over me like gentle waves, and I want to sing out with glee because he’s made me feel lighter, brighter, and unexpectedly more peaceful than I have in months.

I can’t stop smiling either.

And he definitely noticed that fact.

“You look…relaxed,” he says, flipping onto his side and slinging an arm over me.

I think he might be doing that to make sure I don’t launch a tickle attack on him.

But really, I’d much rather have his shredded muscles plastered against me.

I nod. “Yes. I feel kind of amazing, actually.”

He grins. “That’s good feedback. Thanks.”

I reach around him, running my hand down the slope of his spine. He stiffens slightly because he doesn’t know what I’m about to do next.

I can’t blame him.

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