VIVIENNE's POV
''Fuck…Rhys!'' I moaned under my breath, my voice shaky as every part of my being trembled.
My eyes ran to the back of my head and my blurred into a dizzying sea of golden light, dark shadows, and glowing eyes.
Rhys was still inside me, his heavy, relentless thrusts driving my body up the mattress with every forward slap of his groin against my thighs.
My inner walls were raw, swollen, and weeping, clenching around his thick shaft in sharp, involuntary spasms that felt as though my core were trying to wring him dry.
My chest heaved in ragged hitches, the cool air burning against my throat every time I dragged a frantic breath into my lungs.
I could feel myself floating, floating in a terrifying, exquisite space where pain and pleasure completely merged, my skin flushed a deep, burning pink from my collarbones straight down to my trembling toes.
''What Vivi? Say it.'' Rhys leaned into my ear, his teeth slightly grazing my lobe before biting it lightly.
Fuck!
