Her lips trembled beneath his palm. Brown eyes misted slightly as emotions overwhelmed her—shame at being caught, desire that had been building since yesterday, love that had grown over nineteen years of raising this man from a boy.
Viktor slowly removed his hand from her mouth, sliding it down to rest on her hip instead while his other arm tightened around her waist.
She could feel him against her back. Still soft. Still exhausted. But present. Real. Hers.
The admission cost her. Viktor felt her entire body tense, preparing for rejection or mockery or dismissal.
Instead, his eyes widened slightly behind her.
"Thank you for being so bold," he murmured, genuine gratitude coloring his tone.
Then he grabbed her hand—calloused from years of work, delicate, warm—and tugged her roughly.
"Let's spend some time together." Viktor's voice came but his body moved even faster as he yanked her.
"Kyaa~!"
The room beside the bedroom was smaller, simpler.
