Recommended Listening: [Middle of the night—Elley Duhe]
When the Lycan Alpha drew back up to capture her lips in a claiming kiss, it was Vivian's turn to rip open the front of Ronan's tunic, the buttons popping off and scattering.
He didn't object, shucking off the tunic while his lips remained connected with hers, shaping and moulding with a heated rush. There was no sensual slowness to their reaches and touches for each other; it was desperate and hurried.
Vivian let her hands roam the hardness of Ronan's thick biceps, nails digging into the sinewed muscles where she found them.
The Lycan Alpha only allowed her brief intervals to catch her breath before diving back in to devour her lips, biting and sucking until the soft flesh was plump. And Vivian didn't shy away from reciprocating with equal passion, her hand gliding up his iron-toned abs, making him growl into her mouth.