Chapter 31

Shantelle’s POV

“What? Like I’d forget—” His grasp completely cut off my oxygen—he didn’t waste time warming me up to the idea —as his other hand worked my clit in earnest.

Instantly, the fear of not breathing kicked my adrenaline into gear while I simultaneously writhed against him. I’d never experienced pleasure with the fear so acutely. I tried to cling to rationality and told myself this wasn’t special. It was simply the thrill of hooking up with Roman, the guy I’d lusted over for so long.

I was riding his hand, lost in my desire for him, holding his wrist for leverage, not paying attention to the lifeline that was breathing.

“Breathe, Shantelle,” he growled. He’d loosened his grip on my throat, and I hadn’t realized. My eyes flew to his, and I saw a look that wasn’t normally there.

Desire and awe. I didn’t have time to consider it much before I gulped in two breaths. Then, the pressure was instantly back on my windpipe, and he was u