Liam's POV
Watching Vivian fall apart beneath my touch was becoming an obsession I couldn't shake. Every expression that crossed her face, every sound that escaped her lips, the way her body trembled and tightened around me - it all drove me wild with need.
I couldn't get enough of her responses, couldn't get enough of her.
Slowly, I withdrew my fingers from her warmth, smirking when she whimpered at the loss. Her body was so responsive, so hungry for everything I could give her. And I planned to give her everything she craved.
Without breaking eye contact, I brought my hand up between us, tracing my wet fingers along her lower lip, marking her with her own desire.
"Have you ever tasted yourself, Vivian?"
She shook her head, her face flushing that beautiful shade of pink that made my chest tighten. So pure, so untouched by the world. And completely mine to corrupt.
"What a shame," I murmured, studying her reaction. "Because you taste incredible. Open your mouth."
