Hrrrf…
Huff…
Dora's big chest slowly rose and fell with every breath, each inhale pushing against the fabric stretched tight around her, each exhale barely giving it relief. The clothes clung desperately, shaping every curve, making her cleavage bulge and swell as though the seams themselves were counting down the seconds before surrendering.
An Infinite Holy Grail!
Victor swallowed hard, fingers twitching uselessly in the air as he stood beside the sofa. He watched her sleep, peaceful and careless, completely unaware of her surroundings or the storm standing right next to her. The sight of her like this made his chest tighten in ways he didn't want to admit.
So vulnerable… far too vulnerable!
His gaze flicked up to her face, searching for any sign, any hint that she was pretending. Her lashes rested softly against her cheeks, lips parted just enough to release faint breaths. She wasn't faking it.
She was genuinely asleep!
