Viktor didn't let the aftershocks of her orgasm fade before he moved. With her body still twitching in the puddle of her own fluids, he reached for the knot binding her left ankle to her thigh.
Snick.
The rope went slack. He uncoiled it rapidly, the sudden rush of blood back into her limb making Helena whine as the pins and needles hit.
Her leg fell limp, the skin marked with deep, angry red valleys where the hemp had bitten into the fat.
Viktor wasted no time; he hooked that liberated leg, dragging it high and hooking her knee over his shoulder, folding her sideways.
This new angle pried her nether lips apart aggressively, exposing the glistening pink meat of her vaginal canal, which was currently gaping open, struggling to close after his previous assault.
"Look at it," Viktor growled, lining up again. "It's trying to breathe."
