“You drive me insane,” he murmured against her skin, his teeth grazing her collarbone. “Do you know that?”
“Good,” she gasped, arching under his touch. “Because you’ve been driving me insane for weeks.”
When his fingers slid under her dress, she shuddered. The fabric bunched around her hips, and she clenched the sheets tight as he pressed her down, pinning her to the mattress with his weight. His mouth claimed hers again in a kiss that promised they weren’t stopping.
“Say it,” he demanded against her lips, his breath hot. “Say you want this.”
“I want you,” she confessed, the words ripped straight from her chest. “All of you. Now.”
His mouth devoured hers, fierce and hungry, and she clung to him like he was the only thing tethering her to earth. Heat spread through her, curling low in her stomach, stealing her breath. When his tongue slid against hers, she whimpered into the kiss, every nerve ending sparking alive.
They tore at each other’s clothes, frantic and clumsy, laughing once when his shirt snagged on his shoulder before the sound was swallowed by another desperate kiss. Her dress hit the floor in a crumpled heap, and his hands were on her immediately, mapping every curve like he’d dreamed of this a thousand times.
“Anka,” he groaned, his lips brushing her throat as his hands slid over her ribs, her waist, lower. “You’re going to ruin me.”
“Good,” she gasped, arching into his touch, her nails raking down his back. “Because you’ve already ruined me.”
He lifted her and laid her across the bed, hovering over her with that barely leashed control in his eyes. His scars caught the faint light, sharp against the hard planes of muscle, and her chest ached at the sight. Her Viktor. Her beautiful, broken Viktor.
His mouth trailed lower—down her neck, across her collarbone, over the swell of her breast. She cried out when his tongue flicked against her nipple, when his teeth grazed, just enough to make her shiver. Her thighs clenched, her whole body restless under him.
“Please,” she begged, tugging at his hair, her voice breaking with need. “I need you.”
He lifted his head, his mouth glistening, his expression dark and reverent all at once. “Say it again.”
“I need you,” she repeated, breathless, desperate. “Only you.”
That was all it took for him to lose the last thread of control. His pants were gone, hers discarded somewhere on the floor, and suddenly they were skin against skin, every barrier stripped away. The hard length of him pressed against her, making her gasp at the sheer reality of it.
“Look at me,” he ordered, his hand sliding to cup her jaw. His thumb brushed her trembling lip. “I want to see your eyes when I take you.”
She forced them open, though her lashes fluttered with every ragged breath. His gaze pinned her, searing and unrelenting, and then he pushed inside.
The sensation stole her breath. Full, stretching, overwhelming. Her nails bit into his shoulders, her mouth falling open in a cry that was half pleasure, half shock.
“Easy, malen’kaya,” he murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her throat. “I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”
The words undid her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, needing more, needing everything. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, tears burning her eyes. “Don’t you fucking stop.”
His hips surged against hers, slow at first, controlled, as if he wanted to torture them both with every deliberate thrust.The friction built sharp and hot, pleasure clawing up her spine, curling low in her belly.
“You feel like heaven,” he groaned, his mouth catching hers in a savage kiss. “So tight, so perfect… mine.”
“Yours,” she cried against his lips, meeting every thrust, her body trembling with the force of it. “I’m yours, Viktor.”
His control shattered. His pace quickened, deep and relentless, driving her higher and higher until the coil inside her snapped. She shattered beneath him, her cry muffled against his shoulder, every muscle tightening as ecstasy tore through her in waves.
He groaned her name, a raw sound from deep in his chest, and followed her over the edge. His body locked against hers, his grip bruising on her hips as he spilled into her with a curse, trembling with the force of it.
For a long moment, they just lay there, tangled together, breathing hard, slick with sweat and heat. His forehead rested against hers, his lips brushing her temple as if he couldn’t stop touching her.
“You’re mine now, Anka,” he whispered, hoarse and unsteady, his voice a vow carved into her skin. “Every part of you. Mine.”
And instead of fear, instead of hesitation, she felt only truth. She pulled him closer, pressing her lips to his ear, her voice breaking with the force of it.
“Yours,” she whispered. “Always yours.”
The morning light filtering through Viktor’s bedroom windows felt different somehow, softer and warmer than it had any right to be. She lay there listening to the steady rhythm ofhis breathing beside her, trying to process what had happened between them the night before.
