He shakes his head, torn between wanting to believe me and the weight of whatever the world has told him he is.
“I don’t want anyone butyou. Just as you are. All of it,” I assure him.
He looks at me then, really looks. And for a moment, that doubt and hardness fall away. Raw vulnerability stares back at me.
It’s beautiful. And heartbreaking.
“I don’t know what you do to me, Avelina.”
“I don’t know what you do to me either, Viktor. But I want it.Whatever it is.”
The kiss that follows isn’t soft or tender. It’s desperate, like we’ve been waiting for this moment far too long. Viktor devours me, fingers strong against my jaw as he angles my face. Hungry yet reverent.
As I lie on my back, his mouth works down my neck, my eyes fluttering closed. Heat unfurls inside me, simmering beneath my skin wherever his lips trail. My heart pounds as he kisses along my throat, one hand sliding under my shirt until the fabric bunches. Fire races through my veins, my breathing hitching with each touch.
In a blur of movement, clothes flutter to the floor in rumpled heaps. Warm, calloused hands map my body while his mouth continues its worship. That’s exactly what it is—worship. Goosebumps break across my skin as his breath fans over me. And down, down, down his mouth travels until he settles between my thighs.
One stroke of Viktor’s tongue, and I’m writhing against the sheets. It’s deliberate and careful, attentive yet unhinged. Like he can’t get enough.
My hands claw at the bedding, clutching desperately as a whimpering moan escapes me.
Viktor’s gaze lifts to mine, his eyes blazing with desire, lust, and something so raw and vulnerable that it steals my breath. I release the sheets and reach for him, fingers sliding through his mussed hair. He smirks against me, drawing lazy circles with his tongue while hisfingers work in ways that make my toes curl and have me seeing stars.
“Viktor,” I gasp as he uses his fingers to spread me open.
“You taste like mine,” he growls. His words race through my mind, earning a low moan as my hips buck, seeking more. His lips curve in that almost-smile before he lowers his mouth back to my entrance. I cry out as his tongue enters me, his rumbling groan vibrating against my core until my legs shake.
He groans again, face buried against me, and I arch into him, writhing. “Come for me, Avelina!” he commands, the words caressing my folds.
I bite my lip to stifle a scream as the heat builds in my belly. “Yes,” I pant. But then he moves, crawling up my body. Hot skin meets hot skin, and I shiver. His hands find my breasts before he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping until my body clenches and my core aches.
My eyes roll back as the tip of his cock slides between my folds, rubbing back and forth. I gasp, wrapping my arms around his neck as his lips descend to my throat.
With one large hand, he pins my arms above my head, arching me against him. With the other, he grips my thigh, hitching my leg over his hip. The movement opens me completely as the head of his cock slips just inside my entrance. His name falls from my lips, my head dropping to the pillow.
His eyes lock on my face, savoring the image of me nearly falling apart.
“More. I need...” Wrapping my other leg around his hip, I pull him in deeper. A moan tears from my lips as stars burst behind my eyes at the delicious stretch. It feels like coming home and taking flight all at once.
He exhales harshly against my lips. “Fuck, baby, stop squeezing me—or this’ll be over too soon.”
I huff out a laugh, and I swear I feel him smile genuinely.
He pushes the rest of the way in, and we moan in unison. Pulling back out, he drops his head to my shoulder as my fingers drift lazilythrough his hair. His gaze follows where our bodies connect. “Fuck, Avelina,” he whispers. “All this for me?”
“For you,” I murmur.
He thrusts harder this time, watching my face as my lips part at the sudden explosion of pleasure.
“Harder, Viktor,” I plead. “I’m not breakable...”
I’m already close, and each stroke sends me higher. I’m certain he’s edging me on purpose, winding me so tight because he knows what I need before I do.
A growl tears from his throat as he thrusts hard enough to bang the bed against the wall. Again and again. I scream with pleasure. Arching my neck and squeezing my eyes shut. My hips move with his rhythm, my need for release driving me higher. His grip on my wrists tightens. Not enough to hurt, but just enough to hold me in place, sending delicious warmth through my body. The peak I’ve been climbing rushes toward me. And with one final thrust, I’m sent over the edge.
“Viktor, I’m—” A moan cuts me off as ecstasy drags me under. It’s like lightning, ripping through my body without warning. My legs tighten around his hips as I buck against him, squeezing and fluttering around his cock.
“Fuck,” he groans, staring down at me with a look of sheer pleasure and possession that makes me flush and preen at the same time.
