BELLA’S POV
The next morning, the New York sun pours through the massive windows like liquid gold. I wake up wrapped in Viktor’s arms, his large hand possessively cupping my growing belly. My body is still deliciously sore...this is quickly becoming something I am waking up to... my p***y is tender and swollen, my ass bears faint handprints from yesterday’s relentless f*****g. Every shift reminds me how thoroughly he used me against the window, on the desk, on the couch.
I turn in his arms and find him already awake, watching me with those intense dark eyes.
“Morning, milaya,” he murmurs, with a rough voice filled with sleep and lingering lust. As his thumb strokes slow circles over my belly.
Instead of answering, I slide my hand down his chest, and wrap my fingers around his morning-h
