Her crimson eyes were already half-lidded, the red beginning to bleed toward that telltale heart-shape she would deny until her last breath, and Viktor's tail — newly freed from Bella's breast — circled her waist and held.
'PAH. PAH. PAH.'
"'Hngh~!! Ungh~!! HAAHN~!!'"
"I thought you were going to maintain dignity," Viktor said, his hips never slowing.
"I 'am'—" Her voice cracked. "'Maintaining—'"
'PAAAH—'
"'AAANGHH~!!!!'"
The heart-shapes blazed in her eyes, brilliant crimson-red, before she pressed her face against the stone and refused to let anyone see them.
Her walls clenched down on him with the grip of a warrior's body that had been waiting too long. Viktor felt the pressure of it — real pressure, the specific tightness of Kaida that had made him curse out loud the first time and had never entirely stopped making him notice — and his hands tightened on her hips.
Then — his right hip angled, shifted, fractionally wrong.
The resistance changed.
"'—WAIT—'"
