Violet shifted, settling back against the headboard in a relaxed, almost lazy posture. Then, deliberately, she spread her legs.
It was an invitation. And also a command.
Her gaze lingered on them, half-lidded and knowing, her expression calm, almost arrogant like a queen on her throne, waiting to be served.
The effect was immediate.
Both of them stilled for half a second, their restraint snapping like a thread pulled too tight. Their breathing grew heavier, eyes darkening with hunger as they took in the glittering wetness.
It was quite unfortunate that this particular kind of foreplay happened to be Roman's favorite pastime. Like a man starved and finally given exactly what he craved, Roman moved first — and fast.
Violet yelped as Roman reached her in a blink. He grabbed her and pulled her down onto the bed, his grip firm, and almost rough in his urgency. Her legs were pushed wider, held open without effort.
"Roman—"
