VIVIENNE's POV
Roman stood right between my parted thighs, his broad, bare frame towering over me in the glass.
He reached out, his broad hands locking around my hips, tilting my pelvis up toward him.
His thick, erect length was resting heavy against my wet inner thigh, fully hard once again, throbbing with a heavy, steady pulse.
"Roman..." I gasped, my dark eyes meeting his in the mirror's reflection. "I thought you were taking care of me."
"I am taking care of you, sweetie.'' he rasped into my ear, leaning over my shoulder from behind, his hot breath fanning across my skin. "By making sure you remember who you belong to before the sun fully rises."
He didn't give me a chance to argue.
Before I could even open my mouth to speak, Roman aligned the broad, pre-cum-coated head of his shaft against my wet, swollen entrance.
He applied a steady, firm pressure, easing his thick tip past my sore, inflamed lips.
A sharp gasp tore from my throat.
