BELLA’S POV
The morning of the next day dawns too brightly. Viktor is leaving tonight. The knowledge of ths sits like a stone in my chest, but it also fuels a desperate, almost frantic hunger. I refuse to spend our last hours only in fear.
Standing up from the room I find him in the living room, shirtless while reviewing maps on his tablet. The sight of his powerful back and scarred muscles makes my core clench.
I don’t announce myself. I simply drop the silk robe I’m wearing and stand naked in the doorway, one hand already sliding down my belly toward my p***y.
Viktor looks up immediately and his eyes darken instantly.
“Stay there,” I say softly, my voice barely a whisper. “Watch me.”
I sink into the wide armchair opposite him, spreading my legs wide over the arms. My fingers part m
