The air in the bathroom grew dense, almost solid, with the revelation hanging between them like a veil of smoke. Victor remained motionless inside her, his body tense, his eyes fixed on hers while the blood dissipated into the cloudy water. The silence stretched for an instant that felt like an eternity, and then something changed in his gaze. The initial surprise gave way to a deeper, more primal hunger, as though that unexpected fact had ignited a fire he had not known existed.
He moved. It was not a gentle or cautious motion. It was a slow, deliberate thrust that drove him even deeper, until his hips were pressed against hers, the heat of their bodies merging into a single point of contact. Rakshasa released a strangled sound, her fingers digging into the marble edge while her body adjusted to the new intrusion.
