Chapter 661

Ethan Roscente's lips sealed over Vivian Laurent's in a possessive kiss.

His tongue demanded entry with primal urgency, tasting her sweetness like a starving man.

Too long deprived of her essence, Ethan teetered on the edge of control.

His body responded instantly, hardening with desire.

Strong arms locked around Vivian's slender waist, refusing to relinquish their prize.

The unfinished kiss from earlier now found its completion.

Ethan devoured her with bruising intensity, as if trying to consume her whole.

Vivian's breath came in ragged gasps.

Her traitorous body arched into his embrace.

Months of pent-up desire fueled Ethan's every movement.

Each touch burned with the desperation of a predator claiming its mate.

"Ethan..." Vivian's voice fractured into breathless fragments.

Her weak push against his chest lacked conviction.

Knees buckling, she melted against him completely.

The darkening of Ethan's gaze betrayed his awareness of her surrender.

He guided her backward until the mattress swallowed them whole.

Their mouths remained fused in heated combat.

Ethan's hands slipped beneath Vivian's flimsy nightgown with practiced ease.

Fingertips tracing delicate skin elicited tremors through her frame.

Then - a sudden flutter beneath her ribs.

The baby kicked in protest.

Ethan's palm rested precisely over the gentle swell.

A heartbeat's hesitation, then his exploration continued.

His mouth blazed a trail down her throat.

Rosy blooms appeared along her collarbone.

Vivian's head fell back in abandon.

Ethan worshipped the curves of her breasts with lips and tongue.

A soft moan escaped her parted lips.

Fingers tangled in his hair, pressing him closer.

When his mouth found her rounded abdomen, Vivian tensed.

"Don't..." Her protest emerged half-hearted.

Four months pregnant, her belly curved in gentle prominence.

The baby stilled as if sensing its mother's distraction.

Ethan seemed particularly fascinated by this new terrain.

His lips traced reverent patterns across the sensitive skin.

Glancing up, he found Vivian flushed with arousal.

"Good?" His graveled question vibrated against her skin.

Circles drawn at her waistline teased mercilessly.

Vivian squirmed beneath his ministrations.

"Faster..." She bit her lip in impatience.

Ethan's low chuckle promised retribution.

"The night is young." Deliberate words stretched between kisses.

He intended to brand this pleasure into her memory.

To ensure she knew exactly who could make her feel this way.

So next time, she'd come to him willingly.