Vivienne's POV "My turn."I barely let the words settle before I was shifting my weight, pulling away from the heavy heat of his chest. Ronan blinked, his dark eyes still hazy with the aftershocks of his own climax, looking entirely caught off guard. Before he could process what I was doing, I caught him by the shoulders, pushing him back until he was sitting upright, resting against the oversized pillows stacked against the cab of the truck.He let out a low, questioning rumble, his chest still heaving beneath the cool night air. I didn't give him a chance to ask before I leaned in, pressing my lips to his in a slow, deep, agonizingly sensual kiss.“Fuck, Vivienne.” His groan vibrated straight into my mouth, his large fingers immediately lacing into my hair, holding me to him as if he couldn't bear any distance between us. He tried to angle his hips, his hands dropping to my waist to pull me back down, but I pulled away just an inch, teasing him by sinking my teeth sharply in
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