ROMAN's POV
The scent of her was absolute poison.
Pressed face-first into her dripping, swollen core, I could smell the thick scent of her smell.
Sweet, perfect and ten times more lethal that the air in the room.
I buried my nose deep between her thighs, slurping up every drop of her hot slickness, my tongue sweeping in eager strokes over her sensitive, trembling flesh.
I devoured her, savoring the salty-sweet taste coating my tongue, but what drove my wolf entirely wild was the sound she made—a shattered, unhinged scream tearing from her raw throat, calling my name over and over as my mouth wrecked her.
When I had licked her completely dry, I pushed myself up off the wet floor. I didn't give her a second to breathe. I grabbed her hips, lifting her slightly, and plunged my heavy, rigid length straight back into her drenched entrance in one single, punishing thrust.
"Ah! Roman!" she shrieked, her fingers clawing frantically at the porcelain rim of the tub.
