Viktor lets my wrists go but I don’t move them. I leave them where he put them, because I like the way he looks at me when I stay. He kisses my cheek, my jaw, my mouth, softer now. I kiss him back, tasting the metallic tang where I bit him. I lick it away; he shivers.
He rolls to his side and pulls me with him, tucking me against his chest.
He's silent for several long moments. After a while, he looks down at me. "You good?"
I lick my lips a hum, nodding. "I think so."
"Sore?"
"Yes."
He lifts the sheets and locks down at me. His brows touch. "You bled."
I clear my throat. "Well... it was... you know."
"Your first time." his gaze locks on mine. "Thank you."
I falter. "What?"
"Thank you," he repeats. "For giving it to me."
I don't respond, looking away. I know this is wrong in a
