VIVIENNE's POV
His thick, hot seed was still slowly leaking from my swollen core, trickling down my inner thighs as Roman's heavy breath hit the back of my neck in short, ragged hitches.
His hands were still anchored firmly to my hips, resting his forehead against my shoulder while the water steam in the room slowly drifted up toward the stone ceiling.
I didn't want the silence to return. I didn't want the heavy, dark thoughts of the pack, the past or even the future to creep back into my head.
I wanted to drown in him.
I turned my body around on the cold marble counter, sliding my legs down his sides until my bare feet touched the wet stone floor.
Roman looked down at me through his dark, messy lashes, his glowing crimson eyes holding a quiet, exhausted warmth.
He opened his mouth to say something, probably to tell me to rest, to drag me back to the bed.
Before he could speak, I slid straight down onto my knees on the marble floor right between his wide legs.
