BELLA’S POV
Morning light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft golden glow over our tangled bodies. I wake up slowly, every of my muscle aching in the most exquisite way. My p***y feels swollen and tender, still filled with Viktor’s c*m from the marathon of last night. My ass stings from his spanks, my throat is raw and hoarse, and my n*****s are sensitive from hours of torture and care from his mouth. Yet I’ve never felt more alive, more claimed,and more safe.
Viktor is already awake, propped on one elbow, watching me with dark, possessive eyes. His fingers trace lazy circles over the swell of my belly.
“You’re still full of me,” he murmurs, his voice rough from sleep and s*x. His hand slides lower, cupping my sore p***y. “Good. I want you dripping with me all
