VIVIENNE's POV
The fire inside my blood wasn't fading.
If anything, the cool air of the bedroom seemed to ignite it further, turning every touch from Roman and the triplets into a searing burn against my skin.
Cassian's three fingers were still buried inside my pussy, working a slow, relentless pump that had my hips twitching in frantic, helpless thrusts.
His eyes were dark, remaining fixed on mine, reading every micro-expression on my face with the calculated focus of a commander assessing a battlefield.
He wasn't rushed. Cassian never rushed.
None of them did.
He held my left knee firmly in his free hand, pinning my leg wide open, ensuring every agonizing quarter-inch of his fingers stretched my raw, weeping flesh.
"Look at me, Viv.'' Cassian rumbled, his voice dropping into that dark, low register that usually sent pack members to their knees in submission. "Stop squirming. Let me feel how tight you are."
