Vivienne's POV “Mine,” Ronan’s voice was a ragged exhale against my back, thick with spent lust. “Only mine.”

Behind me, you could tell Ronan was still riding out his high, and me on the other hand, I was a complete, hot, and sticky mess, leaning against the door where he’d just claimed me. My thighs were shaking, my skin was tingling, and I felt utterly annihilated. But as the last tremors subsided, a wicked, defiant energy surged through me. That wasn't enough. Not after waiting ...