Chapter 449

Vivian's Initiative

Vivian's skin glowed with a delicate pink hue, smooth as satin.

Ethan's breath caught in his throat.

All he wanted was to mark that porcelain skin as his own.

"Vivian..." His voice came out rough and strained.

The sight before him short-circuited his thoughts.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, mouth parched.

She took his breath away—more breathtaking than any scenery in the world.

He'd gladly spend a lifetime memorizing her face.

Vivian fluttered her lashes like butterfly wings.

Her hazy gaze struggled to focus on him.

Ethan held his breath, letting her study him.

"Ethan..." She suddenly whispered his name.

His heart lurched with wild joy.

"Yes!" The word burst from him like an eager boy's.

Her memories seemed tangled.

"You're divorcing me again..." Her lower lip trembled.

The usually formidable woman now seemed heartbreakingly fragile.

"I'm not—"

"Divorce! Let's do it now!" Vivian jerked upright.

She forgot she wore nothing.

Ethan's arm banded around her waist, hauling her back against him.

She landed in his lap, every inch exposed.

"No divorces." His murmur was velvet-soft.

But Vivian's attention had locked onto his mouth.

Without warning, she crashed her lips against his.

Ethan's last shred of control shattered.

He seized command, devouring her with desperate hunger.

The room's temperature spiked.

Clothing littered the floor.

Ethan couldn't hold back any longer.

Tonight, he'd claim what their wedding night had denied him.

Vivian writhed beneath him.

Her body arched instinctively, seeking relief.

At the final moment, Ethan wrenched back.

"Vivian," he rasped, "do you know who I am?"

He needed her consent.

Even if stopping now might kill him.