A low, verycoyotegrowl rumbled through the speaker. “How long has it been there, touching that pretty, pretty cunt?”
Camille swallowed thickly. “A… while.”
“A while, huh? You must be wet right now, sweetheart. Slick and warm and mine. Do you feel it? How much your body wants me?”
She bit her lip as she stroked down, fingers sliding through slick, swollen skin. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Tell me how much it wants me. Tell me how wet your panties are, sweetheart.”
“I’m not wearing any.”
Viktor let out a huff of air against the mic. “I… What are you wearing right now, Cam?”
Camille lifted one leg, slowly dragging it against the sheets as she propped her foot on the mattress. There was no way he wouldn’t hear the sound of fabric rustling against skin. “Nothing.”
He swore.
“Gods save me, Cam, as soon as you say yes, I’m going to make myself a new home between your thighs.” The sound of skin on skin picked up tempo, tantalizing her. “You have no idea how much I want to touch every inch of you. I want toseeyou. I’ve been dreaming of it for twenty godsdamned years. I know you’re going to have the most perfect skin, the softest curves. I want to explore every inch of you.”
Fingertips sliding carefully upward to avoid pricking herself with her claws, Camille began to circle her clitoris, seeking that delicious friction that would send her over the edge. She strained to listen to every word and every illicit sound.
“I’m not going to ask if you remember that day in the meeting room,” he continued, panting slightly. “Iknowyou do. Tell me, sweetheart, are you imagining it’s my hand between gorgeous legs? Are you remembering when it was me rubbing that little clit? My fingers inside of you, making you come so hard your knees shook?”
Camille pressed harder, used more force than she normally would have, chasing the memory of his callused fingers and rocking hips.“Yes,”she answered, desperately.
“Do you remember how hard I was for you? What I felt like in your hand as you came around my fingers?”
Gods, I’ll never forget it.
Silky smooth and hot as a brand, he was everything she could have wanted — and she never even got to look at him.
Moving her hand faster, both legs drawn up now, she answered, “I remember. I— I think about itconstantly.”
“I was a fucking idiot that day, but I don’t have one damn regret. I’ve never felt anything like you before, sweetheart. You’reperfect.I want to spend every night of the rest of my life with my hands on all that pretty skin and wake you up every morning with my mouth between your thighs.”
“Gods!”Camille rolled her hips into her hand, chasing the edge of an orgasm that hovered just out of reach. She neededhishand, his scent, his lips and teeth and tongue. Without him, it felt as though pleasure would remain just on the periphery, driving her slowly insane.
As if sensing her urgency and her growing frustration, he said, “That’s it, sweetheart. I know we can get you there. Focus on my voice.”
“Vik, I—”
“It’smyhand on you,” he growled, something dark and possessive entering his voice — as if he took her struggle as a personal affront to his claim. “Those aremyfingers on your clit right now, sweetheart. I’m the one who feels how wet you are for me, how your cunt holds me so fucking tight. I’m the one who gets to kiss you until you can’t breathe, and when I let you up for air,Iam the one who gets tobite you.”
The image of Viktor leaning down to clamp his fangs over her throat short-circuited her mind. Camille’s fingers stuttered, their rhythm failing as her orgasm rippled through in short, hard bursts. She cried out. Distantly, she heard him hiss a curse, the sound of skin on skin picking up into a frenzied beat until it stopped abruptly with a long, masculine moan.
Together, they panted in the darkness, their ragged breathswhuffingacross the line.
Camille felt the sweat begin to cool and waited, breath held, for the regret to come. She expected it to sour her stomach as it had the day of the Summit, but it didn’t.
Instead, she felt languid, her muscles relaxed and her mind pleasantly fuzzy. The urgency hadn’t gone away, but it was briefly dulled. Enough to let her close her eyes and not feel as thought she had made another horrible mistake.
Setting the phone down next to her head on her pillow, Camille slowly turned on her side. In a small, hushed voice, she whispered, “Viktor?”
She heard his breath hitch. “Yeah, Cam?”
“Thank you.”
“Ah, sweetheart,” he grated, “please believe me when I say it was my pleasure.”
