ROMAN's POV
The warm water sloshed heavily against the edges of the basin, swirling in pink-tinged, lazy ripples around our waists.
My heart was hammering against my ribs like it was about to explode, my chest heaving as the last scalding pulses of my seed flooded deep into her womb.
Vivienne was collapsed limp against my chest, her bare arms draped over my shoulders, her wet hair clinging in dark, messy strands to her face and collarbones.
Every ragged breath she took made her high, pale breasts press flat against my sternum, her inner walls still twitching in tiny, weak spasms around my thick shaft.
I stayed buried inside her for a long, quiet minute, letting my pulse slowly settle while my fingers stroked the soft skin of her lower back.
She felt soft, flushed, and completely spent in my arms.
Then, a dark, wicked thought sparked in the back of my mind.
She had just made me beg.
