The milk running faster from her breast. Helviana's hand full of it. The kneading continuous.
The blue retreating past her collarbones.
Gone from her neck.
Her jaw.
He came inside her.
The thick, heavy, sealing load of it — Viktor driving to the deepest point and holding there, the comprehensive, full-depth deposit of seed that carried everything his bloodline carried, the warmth of it spreading immediately into the channel it had been delivered to.
She felt it.
Every pulse.
"Mmnh~♡— mnh~♡— mnh~♡—"
Her body receiving each pulse with the small, helpless, involuntary clench of a muscle that had been educated over the last hour into recognizing what was happening and responding to it against every instruction her mind was issuing.
'HUSBAND,' she thought.
The word carrying everything the word carried for a woman who had been married for eleven years to a man she had chosen because he was the only man who had ever looked at her like a person rather than a target.
