VIVIENNE's POV
My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird, the frantic rhythm echoing loudly in my ears.
The abrupt transition from blinding, overwhelming ecstasy to pure, unadulterated fear sent a cold chill racing down my spine.
The heavy aftermath of what we had just done crashed over me all at once.
My muscles were weak, my mind was foggy, and my skin was thoroughly flushed, painted in their slickness and heat.
I lay flat on the mahogany desk, stark naked, my legs still spread wide over the polished edges.
Roman, Cassian, Maddox and Rhys hovered impossibly close to my ruined core, their broad shoulders blocking out the dim light of the study.
They were muttering low, incoherent words under their breath—dark wolf-mutterings so quiet I couldn't decipher a single syllable.
If it weren't for their hot breathings fanning continuously over my weeping opening, I wouldn't even know they were speaking.
