PAH! PAH! PAH! PHAAACKK~~!!
"AAANGHH~!! HIIEEK~!! TOO DEEP— VIKTOR— IT'S SPLITTING ME APART—!!"
Her body had no more jiggle left in it.
That thick, motherhood-built frame — the generous hips, the belly soft from years of carrying, the heavy breasts that had been swinging and spraying milk all night — lay flat and pinned beneath him, going up and down with his weight rather than rippling outward on its own. The bounce was gone. What remained was the raw, 'I have been used past the point where my body has opinions' surrender of a woman who had run completely out of resistance and was now simply receiving.
Her tears fell.
Steady. Not sobs — the quiet, continuous leak of a woman who had gone somewhere past crying and had come out the other side of it into something quieter and more honest. They soaked the pillow beneath her cheek in a spreading dark circle. Her lashes, wet, stuck to her skin.
Viktor lay over her back.
