'That blunt head nudging against a place that feels different now. Tender and overfull and somehow more sensitive than before— like he opened something in me that has no intention of closing. Like my body already knows what just happened to it and is making room for it.'
His mouth dropped back to her breast.
Not the teasing drag of before—the full deliberate seal of his lips around her nipple, tongue working a slow rhythmic pull that immediately drew a fresh wet trickle against his lips.
"Hnn—" The sound tore out of her half-muffled, her head pressing back against the wall. "Viktor—"
PAH. PAH.
He set a pace. Unhurried. Like he had all the time in the world.
'He is moving through his own release inside me. I can feel the obscene wet slide of it— the slick heat of what he filled me with coating every inch of the push and pull, every stroke making a sound I have no name for, and my body is responding to that sound in ways I refuse to examine—'
"Mm~!! Nghh~!! Hahh~!!"
