VIVIENNE's POV
''Oh God….'' My breathing was ragged as I squeezed my hand tight, letting my nails dig into the flesh of my palm.
The room fell into a deep seethed silence, hitting me like a literal slap to the face.
The heat inside my core was so violent, so hollow, that my hips kept twitching up off the mattress in pathetic, empty spasms.
Every missed touch, every moment spent without them inside me felt like dry needles dragging across my raw inner walls.
Sweat was dripping off my chin, pooling in the hollow of my throat, and my skin felt so sensitive that even the soft silk sheets beneath my stomach felt like sandpaper scraping over a burn.
"Vivi…you need to calm down.'' Roman's worried voice cut through the silence.
He stepped up closer to the edge of the mattress, his voice thick and low enough for only my earing.
But I was sure that all heard it too. ''Baby, you're twitching. Maybe…we should go to the pack doctor.''
