She lay there frozen like a statue, her amber eyes wide and glassy with tears, her lips parted but silent.
Viktor watched her for several long seconds, ensuring complete compliance. Then slowly, deliberately, he began moving down her body.
Elara watched helplessly as he crawled over her on all fours like a predator stalking prey. His broad shoulders blocked out the moon entirely, casting her in his shadow. His gaze never left hers as he descended lower.
He reached for a pillow that had been kicked aside earlier during her possession, dragging it over with one hand. Surprisingly gently, he slid it under her head, elevating her slightly.
Then he continued his descent.
"W-What are you..." Elara whispered, her voice barely more than breath.
Viktor didn't answer. He positioned himself between her spread thighs, his shoulders forcing her legs wider apart. The shirt he'd draped over her earlier had fallen away completely, leaving her utterly exposed to the cool night air.
