VIVIENNE's POV
My legs shook violently, my lips shivering as I let out ragged, harsh breathings.
The silence hanging in the room from the aftermath of our climax was so thick, it felt like a suffocating blanket draped over my soaking wet skin.
My body lay completely spent in the middle of the ruined silk sheets, every single muscle in my legs, my lower back, and my core trembling in weak, uncontrollable twitches.
The leather belt was still bound around my wrists behind my back, and the blindfold was still tied tight across my eyes, keeping me trapped in pitch darkness while the cool night air brushed over my raw, sensitive flesh.
Every tiny breeze felt like a sharp spark against my skin.
All around me on the bed, Cassian, Roman, Maddox and Rhys were breathing in heavy, jagged sync.
In with blindfold on, I could tell their positions.
To my left, Cassian lay flat on his back, his broad chest rising and falling in deep, raspy gulps of air.
