Elara's eyes fluttered open slowly, fighting against the heaviness of exhausted sleep.
The first thing she felt was fullness. A strange, persistent stretching sensation between her legs.
The second thing she felt was warmth. Heavy, encompassing warmth pressing her into the mattress.
The third thing she felt was movement. A slow, rhythmic grinding that made her entire body rock gently like a boat on calm ocean waves.
She blinked, her vision adjusting to the soft morning sunlight filtering through the curtains. Dust motes danced in the golden beams, creating an almost dreamlike quality to the room.
Her gaze drifted upward to the ceiling beams, then down.
She was hugging something. Someone.
Wide, muscular shoulders. Strong back muscles that flexed with each movement. Dark hair tickling her nose.
Viktor.
He was on top of her. Inside her.
'Still.'
"Mmnh..." Elara made a soft, confused sound.
