Ronan's POV
My fists clenched at my sides as I stormed down the hall, heat still crawling over my skin like a brand I couldn’t shake off. It coiled around every part of my body, and I hated how every one of my efforts to get rid of it just seemed to worsen the entire thing.
My bones were throbbing, and even I didn't need to be a medical practitioner to tell it wasn't a good thing. I also knew I didn't need to be looked into or given any medicines either. The remedy or antidote to my condition, was simply the fiery woman I'd left upstairs. Against my will of course.
A groan bubbled at the base of my throat, but I tried my level best to keep it down. My c**k was a steel rod, unyielding, and throbbing with the memory of Vivienne’s body pressed to mine, her scent still clinging to my shi
