The air in the bathroom was dense, filled with hot steam and the energy pulsing between the two of them. Rakshasa was still trembling slightly, the taste of Victor's blood echoing through every cell of her body like a primal call. Her eyes, now darkened by desire and a rare vulnerability, remained fixed on him.
Victor, noticing the change, did not hesitate. His hands, which until then had rested on her waist, began to move slowly over her body. A firm, exploratory touch slid from her back to the curve of her hips before traveling up again along the sides of her torso. His fingers found the underside of her breasts, and he caressed them with his thumbs, feeling her nipples already hardened against his palms.
"Victor..." She sighed his name, a hoarse sound filled with need.
