Elena POVSunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. My body ached in the most delicious, obscene ways—thighs sore, core tender and swollen, the faint sting between my legs a constant reminder of how thoroughly Viktor had claimed me. His cum had dried on my inner thighs overnight, and the faint scent of sex still clung to the air.I shifted carefully, wincing, and turned my head.He was already awake.Viktor lay on his side, propped on one elbow, watching me with those storm-grey eyes. The sheet had slipped low on his hips, revealing the deep V of his muscles and the thick, semi-hard length of his cock resting against his thigh. Even at rest, it was intimidating.“Morning, wife,” he said, voice rough with sleep and something darker.Heat flooded my face—and lower. “I’m not your wife yet.”A slow, predatory smile curved his lips. “You will be. Soon.” His hand slid under the sheet, palm hot against my stomach, then lower. Two fingers
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