BELLADORA.
Dyavol'skiysvet- Devilish glow.
And then he was dragging his tongue along my lips. It wasn’t a kiss, it wasn’t soft or sweet or gentle.
It was obscene, like a lion licking at his prey, marking his territory.
His body heat caused beads of sweat to form along the length of my spine and between my breasts And then he was gone a second later, taking several steps back so I was forced to brace my palms flat on the wall behind me to steady myself.
“As much as I get hard seeing you covered in the blood of someone I killed…” He tipped his chin toward the open doorway to the bathroom.
“I’m sure you’d feel more comfortable getting cleaned for your wedding night.” And then he turned and left the bedroom, walking out of the room.
I was frozen for long moments until I heard the
