VIVIENNE's POV
Without another word, Roman leaned down and hoisted me effortlessly into his arms, lifting my weight until my legs were wrapped firmly around his hips.
He didn't waste a single second positioning himself.
He aligned his heavily veined tip up with my drenched, thoroughly wrecked entrance and drove his hips forward, burying himself straight to the hilt in one single, ruthless plunge.
"AH!" I screamed, my head snapping back as a loud, shattered moan tore from my throat.
He was hard, his skin bristling with pure dominance as he handled me in a way that would have this lasting in my head for a long time.
He slammed me back against the edge of the tall wooden headrest, his broad chest crushing mine as he established a brutal, rhythmic pace.
Every heavy, forward drive of his hips felt like an iron anchor dropping straight into my lower abdomen.
