Luna was already eating freely and looked far more like a living being than a risen corpse. Even though she no longer felt the familiar pain, she was still very pale and tired quickly.The wolf was sensing her scent more and more sharply and would not leave Ruslan alone. He felt a light arousal that wrapped around her like a haze. By evening, the scent intensified.
The man entered the bedroom with a glass of wine and set it on the nightstand. He pulled back the coverlet and touched his lips to her stomach. The girl was no longer using a tampon — there was no blood anymore. Polina was only just drifting out of sleep. She carefully stroked the top of his head.
"Why do I need wine?" — the girl asked, opening her eyes.
"Tincture." — Ruslan replied briefly, continuing to kiss her stomach.
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