VIVIENNE's POV
The demand hung in the air, thick and dripping with an undeniable authority that made my knees completely give out.
If his hand wasn't wrapped firmly around the back of my neck, I would have collapsed right onto the wet tile floor.
"Say it, Vivienne.'' Roman growled against my lips, his hot breath invading my mouth before he even kissed me.
"R-Roman..." I whimpered, my hands sliding up his wet, muscular chest, my palms catching on the rough edges of his fresh bandages.
He didn't flinch, didn't move an inch.
Guilt racked my chest as I traced my finger against his chest, a suffocating weight pressing down on my chest, reminding me of everything that had happened the past hour.
The triplets, their scents still lingering in the air coupled with the scent that wouldn't stop clinging until me.
But looking up and staring into his dark amber eyes burning with a fierce, primal possessiveness, everything seemed to blur, to fade, to disappear.
