VIVIENNE's POV
The moment Roman's lips slammed onto mine, I froze.
My body instantly obeyed, cajoling into the kiss like I was getting hynotized.
The annoyed lines on my head faltered as the lingering trace of anger I had been feeling evaporated into thin air, fading and replacing with an intense kind of arousal that had the air in my back rising and the slickness in my core running down my already trembling legs.
Fuck.
I wanted to pull away but I didn't.
I couldn't.
I tangled both of my hands deep into his thick, dark hair, my fingernails digging firmly into the back of his scalp as I pulled him down even closer, meeting his frantic mouth with as much desperate intensity as he was giving me.
A low, needy whimper tore from my throat directly into his mouth as my tongue clashed with his, tasting the flavor of his dominance, the subtle metallic tang of his Alpha aura, and the intoxicating heat bleeding off his skin.
