Hearing her words, Viktor let out a low chuckle, his dark eyes glinting with amusement as he looked down at her kneeling form.
"That's how it usually looks," he said simply, his voice carrying that infuriating casual tone.
Kaida furrowed her brow, her red eyes narrowing as she stared at the soft, heavy length resting against his thigh.
Her finger moved instinctively to her hair, tucking a loose strand behind her ear in a gesture that was both nervous and determined.
With her other hand, she reached out, her calloused fingers wrapping around his limp shaft.
The warmth of it surprised her—hot, pulsing with life even in its dormant state. The skin was impossibly soft, sliding easily over the dense muscle beneath.
She gave it an experimental squeeze.
It twitched. Thickened slightly in her grip.
Kaida leaned forward, her breath ghosting over the mushroom head. She could smell him—musky, masculine, intoxicating. Her lips parted, hovering just inches away.
