Chapter Twenty-One
For the first time in weeks, Viviane wasn’t awakened by a roiling in her stomach. Instead, she woke from a sweet ache in her core. She pressed her thighs together and reveled in the memory of Pierce’s touch. She had never been so satisfied by a man’s hand, not even by her own hand.
She felt the rays of the midday sun on her skin. She’d never slept so late. She turned into her pillow to escape the prodding of the beams of light and her nose landed in a pile of his scent.
Viviane buried her face into the down of the pillow. She inhaled deeply. The woodsy smell of him hit her hard in the place where her belly once rioted.
The scent calmed her. The scent excited her. The scent made her feel safe, settled.
She felt like weeping, and even crazier, she felt safe to do it.
