Viktor's chest tightened.
'Fuck.'
He leaned forward, closing the last inch of distance between them.
Their lips met.
Soft at first. Gentle. A brush of skin against skin.
Then deeper.
Viktor's hand came up to cup the back of Helena's head, fingers tangling in her brown hair. His other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
Helena's mouth opened with a soft gasp, and Viktor's tongue slid inside.
She tasted like tears and sleep and something uniquely 'her'—earthy and warm and 'home.'
Helena moaned softly into his mouth, her thick body melting against his. Her breasts pressed harder against his chest, nipples dragging across his skin beneath the water.
Their tongues met. Tangled. Explored.
Not rushed. Not desperate.
Just... 'connected.'
Viktor sucked on her bottom lip gently before releasing it with a soft 'pop.'
Helena's eyes fluttered open, half-lidded, pupils blown wide.
"Master..." she breathed.
