Third Person's POV
At the same time, the fog in Ethan's vision finally cleared, and his eyes focused on the face above him.
It was slightly familiar and breathtakingly beautiful, framed by the frowning arch of her brows.
Her chin and those perfect, plush red lips were so close to him, and the shock that she was none other than Fiona Vael, sister of Lucien Vael, hit him silently.
But it was instantly soothed by the persistent, delicious sensation that anchored him to reality.
The perfect handful of her warm, medium-sized breasts was still snug in his possessive grip.
And her scent, an intimate, clean fragrance of lavender and something uniquely feminine, entered his nose as it emanated from the very cleavage his face had just been buried in.
The combined effect was a potent balm of relaxation as it forcibly unwound the coiled tension and pain that had gripped his mind and body for the last half an hour.
