VIVIENNE's POV
Suddenly I felt my body began to burn.
One second I was lying limp against Roman's chest, my body exhausted and eyes droopy and ready to succumb into slumber and the next, my heart was hammering against my chest like it had been filled up with molten lava.
A sharp, unbearable ache bloomed deep in the pit of my stomach, dropping like a lead weight straight between my thighs.
My core felt swollen, hyper-sensitive, and suddenly, violently starved.
It was a terrifying, suffocating sensation that made it look like my skin was two sizes too tight, every nerve ending screaming for a touch, a friction, a heavy pressure that could cool the sudden wildfire consuming my blood.
I let out a ragged, distressed gasp, my hips giving an involuntary, desperate twitch against the damp silk sheets. I didn't feel like myself.
It felt as if something wild and feral in me had suddenly woken up from a long slumber, starving and out of control, taking total command of my limbs.
