The next morning, Vivian stood in front of the mirror, fixing her earrings, while Christopher sat on the edge of the bed, rolling up his sleeves, watching her with that sharp gaze.
She was glowing.
Even after last night’s absolute wreckage, her skin was soft, warm, still humming from every mark he had left on her.
And Christopher?
Christopher wasn’t in a hurry to touch her this morning.
Not because he didn’t want to, f**k, he just gave her a small break but guess what he was planning something really naughty.
He stood, walking toward her, grabbing the zipper of her dress, dragging it up slowly, his fingers brushing against her bare back, his lips curving slightly when she shivered.
His eyes flicked to the mirror, watching her.
“Are you nervous?” Vivian bit her lip, her gaze meetin
