The request caught him off guard.
Viktor looked down at her—at her brown eyes shining with affection, at her flushed face, at the way she looked at him like he'd given her the world instead of just an orgasm.
"You don't need to ask," he said quietly.
Helena twisted in his lap, turning to face him. Her thick thighs straddled his waist, her weight settling onto him fully.
Still, his cock remained limp beneath the towel.
She didn't seem to care.
'I just want to be close to him,' Helena thought, her heart swelling with possessive love. 'Mine... he's mine right now... not Kaida's, not anyone else's...'
Cupping his face with both hands, Helena leaned in and kissed him.
Soft. Gentle. Nothing like the brutal face-fucking he usually subjected her to.
Her lips moved against his with careful tenderness, like she was savoring every second. Her tongue traced the seam of his lips, asking permission rather than demanding entry.
Viktor opened for her.
