"Mmhmmn... l..lord..." Viktor's fingers squeezed. Kneaded the soft flesh. Bella whimpered—but didn't pull away.
If anything, she pressed 'closer', her tail wrapping around his leg.
Then Viktor's other hand moved. It slid up Bella's spine, into her silver hair. He gripped a fistful.
And 'pulled' her head back.
"Angh..." Bella gasped, neck arching, yellow eyes wide and wet.
"Shh... your tears must come when I want..." Viktor leaned down.
And kissed her.
Not gentle. Not soft.
His mouth crashed against hers, swallowing her surprised squeak. His tongue pushed past her lips, claiming her mouth with the same possessiveness his hand showed on her ass.
"Mmmph—!"
Bella's hands scrambled against his chest. Not pushing away. 'Clinging'. Fisting his shirt desperately.
Viktor's hand on her ass 'tightened'. He lifted slightly—pulling her up onto her toes. The white robe rode up, exposing pale thighs.
