A few minutes later, when Ronan's hard arousal settled down, he stepped closer to Vivian again. Although painful without release, the Lycan Alpha deemed his carnal needs insignificant.
He stubbornly affirmed himself that he wouldn't dare to cross further physical boundaries with Vivian until she was completely healed and relieved from the cursed Wickan magic embedded into her skin.
"I...cannot try on dresses like this," Vivian mumbled, guilt-ridden for her shameful indulgence. How could she be so brazen enough to lose herself to pleasure in the public dressing room of an atelier? What would the other customers and Madame Sunny Shu think of her?
Ronan's Lycan resurfaced his subtle, cynical smirk, caressing Vivian's cheek with the back of his hand.
"Are you worried about the mess you made, little wolf?" Ronan's Lycan asked, amused by Vivian's shyness. "There's no reason to be ashamed of what we did. I am your mate and you are mine."
