VIVIENNE's POV
''You asked for it, little wife.''
The hair in my back rose and I felt goosebumps pull from my ass right up my back and straight for my neck.
I shivered, my breathing coming in ragged hitches as I anticipated his next move.
For a long, agonizing moment, he didn't do anything.
His nails dug into my hips as he took a slow annoying retreat that pulled every single nerve ending in my back entrance taut as a bowstring.
I held my breath, my chest frozen mid-heave, my fingers clawing white-knuckled into the damp, rumpled sheet beneath me.
My tight, oil-slicked ring twitched violently around his retreating head, practically weeping for the dark pressure to return even as the raw, stretched skin throbbed with a sharp, lingering burn.
''Rom—''
My words hung in my throat as he anchored his heavy hands onto the curves of my waist and slammed his hips forward with a force that had me almost choking.
''AH!''
