BELLA’S POV
Two days have passed since Viktor returned covered in Sokolov’s blood. The city feels different now ... lighter, somehow. The constant shadow that had been hanging over us has finally lifted. Viktor has been different too. More present. More possessive and more insatiable.
This morning, I wake up to his mouth between my thighs.
I gasp immediately my back arching off the bed as his tongue licks a slow, filthy stripe through my folds. I’m still sore from the all-night marathon, but the pleasure cuts through the ache like fire.
“Viktor…” I moan, my fingers threading through his dark hair.
He looks up at me, his eyes dark with hunger. “Good morning, milaya. I woke up hard and decided breakfast should be you.”
He sucks my c**t into his mouth, flicking it mercilessly while slid
