ROMAN's POV
I sat on the edge of the tub, watching her writhe in the steaming water, and my chest seized with a dark, primal hunger.
She looked different.
Obviously alluring in her birthday suit.
But then…different.
I couldn't tell if it was the mark.
She just looked..entirely and devastatingly ruined.
Her eyes were heavy and droopy, glistening with fresh unshed tears, her cheeks flushed a deep, rosy pink.
My gaze dragged over the wet, glistening expanse of her skin, down to where her perked nipples cut through the soap suds.
God, she was sexy.
I had taken her until my own muscles ached, until my wolf had settled back into my ribs with a possessive, purring growl. Yet looking at her now, I wanted nothing more than to drop my mouth to her core and drag my tongue all the way up her abdomen to those taut cherries.
I wanted those hardened nipples of hers stuck in the middle of my teeth and begging to be let out.
