Vivian's POV
My legs gave out beneath me. Without Liam's strong arms wrapped around my waist, I would have collapsed right there on the floor.
Heat flooded between my thighs as I instinctively pressed my back against his solid chest, feeling the warmth radiating through his shirt.
"You doubt yourself too much, Vivian," he whispered harshly against my ear. "But that's alright, because I'm going to show you exactly who you are, again and again, until you stop questioning whether you deserve this."
His hand began its slow descent toward where I needed him most, sleeves pushed up to reveal the intricate tattoos covering his forearms. The sight of his inked skin against my pale stomach made my breath catch.
Liam lifted his gaze to capture mine in the mirror's reflection just as his fingertip grazed my most sensitive spot.
"God!" The exclamation tore from my throat as electricity shot through my entire body.
