As he lowered her onto the mat, the luxury of the penthouse felt a million miles away. There was only the scent of sweat, the sound of their synchronized breathing, and the overwhelming presence of a man who had broken her pride only to discover the fire burning beneath it.
Roman didn’t let her settle onto the mat. He kept her pinned, his weight a crushing, welcome pressure that left her breathless. He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes scanning her face with a hunger that was almost violent.
"You think you're ready for this?" he rasped.
"I know I am," Bella whispered, her voice shaking.
Roman’s hand slid from her thigh up to her throat, not squeezing, but asserting a firm, possessive control. He tilted her head back. "Then stop talking. Just feel."
He descended on her a
