Vivienne's POV
“Yes,” I managed to gasp, my voice a ruined, breathless sound. Ronan had shot me a rhetorical question, but for some strange reason, I still found it in me to answer.
Maybe the lust coating my entire being was what spurred me on. Whatever it was, I didn't matter. All that mattered was that I got what I wanted in the end, and right now, that was Ronan's c**k stuffing me and f*****g me to ecstasy.
My legs, still trembling and slick, dangled off the table and collapsed weakly onto the floor. I felt utterly spent, yet somehow more alive than I had a right to be.
Ronan was gazing at me now ,his lips glistening with the evidence of his devotion to the center of my thighs, and even if I wanted to, I couldn't miss the look of primal triumph filling his eyes.
“In that bed, yo
