VIVIENNE's POV
The cool morning air hit my flushed, sweat-drenched skin, making every goosebump on my thighs stand straight up.
Roman carried me straight to the massive bed. He didn't lay me down gently.
He threw my body face-first onto the pile of soft, silk pillows at the head of the mattress, my chest crashing into the silk while my bare, wet ass remained high in the air, my legs spread wide open across the mattress.
Before I could even push my arms up to lift my torso, Roman dropped onto the mattress behind me.
He grabbed both of my wrists, pulling them behind my back and locking them in one of his broad hands, pinning my shoulders down against the bed.
With his free hand, he reached between my spread thighs, grabbing my left leg and hoisting it high over his shoulder, twisting my lower body into a completely exposed, helpless angle.
He didn't wait. He drove his rock-hard length straight into my gaping, weeping entrance from behind.
