VIVIENNE's POV
My hands were trembling as I hooked my fingers into Roman's pant buckle, slowly tugging the leather loose.
I'd never been this bold in my life.
Never felt the way I was feeling right now.
At the back of my head, a small rational voice whispered that I should be terrified, that I should be backing away.
But the dark, possessive pulse of the four marks burning into my skin drowned it out completely.
They kept saying it was the mark. That the Alpha venom fusing into my blood was driving me mad. But deep down, I knew it had to be me.
A latent, wicked side of myself was waking up, taking control of my body.
My legs were slick with my own juices as a heavy, liquid arousal pooled at the very pit of my stomach.
I undid Roman's pants button, sliding the heavy denim down his hips until his massive manhood sprang free, rigid and pulsing in front of my face.
Just. Fucking. Beautiful.
I licked my lips, my eyes tracking the vein running along his length.
