Vivian never expected that Ronan would finally come to terms with his Lycan half so soon. What had changed over night when he was stubbornly objecting to every advance she made towards him?
Hauling herself up on her elbows and shifting until she was straddling Ronan's torso, Vivian tilted her head to the side. Curiously, her gaze bore deeply into his, wandering beyond that cold facade he erected around himself.
Ronan, on the contrary, was quite satisfied with where she boldly perched herself with all her nudity on display for him to ogle appreciatively. Her azure silver hair fell over in waves over her chest and down to her thighs.
Ronan didn't shy away from resting his hands on her hips, massaging and kneading the softness there. It was a habit he developed, almost as if his hands understood the tensions in Vivian's body and were determined to relieve every ounce of strain from her.
