Viktor slowly pulled back from the kiss, making Elara gasp as their lips separated with a wet sound.
Before she could catch her breath, both his hands moved with deliberate intent—one tangling with her left hand, the other with her right, pinning them gently but firmly on either side of her head against the cool grass.
"W-Wait..." Elara gasped, her chest heaving.
But Viktor was already moving. He began descending slowly, his lips trailing down her jawline, her neck, leaving hot kisses that made her skin prickle with goosebumps. His breath ghosted over her collarbone before he reached her chest.
Her breasts were still bound tightly by that white cloth wrap, the fabric straining against the generous flesh.
The binding created an exaggerated cleavage, her soft mounds overflowing both above and below the restrictive material. Her nipples were completely hidden, pressed flat beneath layers of cotton.
