VIKTOR'S POV
Bella sets her decaf coffee down on the table deliberatly and slowly. The city noise hums far below the floor-to-ceiling windows, but the only sound that matters is the way her breathing has changed ... it is deeper, and heavier. She stands up from the sofa, the oversized shirt riding up her thighs, exposing the soft curve of her growing belly at eleven and a half weeks.
She walks toward me with purpose, I can see the mischievousness lurking in his eyes.
“Enough talking about Sokolov,” she says, her voice low and commanding. “I don’t want to think about him right now. Right now I want you to f**k me until I can’t think at all.”
Her hands fist my shirt and yank me down in/to a fierce kiss. There’s no hesitation in her kisses. She bites my lower lip hard, then pulls back jus
