It wouldn’t. Cos it had neverbeenhim. But this beautiful fucker had to figure that out for himself, and if I died in the meantime from the sensation of him naked on top of me, it was a sacrifice I’d been born to make.
Viktor nuzzled my neck again, his palms still roaming my torso, leaving liquid fire in their wake.
He licked my damp skin.
Bit my throat with gentle teeth.
Then he kissed me and it got messy.
Sweaty.
Rough in a way that made a deep-rooted part of me ache.
I’d never wanted anyone like I’d wanted Finch.
I’d never wanted her the way I wanted him.
This wasn’t fun. It wasn’t new. It was a primal, ancient thing that expanded between us, a force even Vik’s worst demons couldn’t resist.
Our legs tangled together. He braced himself on one forearm, his other hand buried in my hair. His skin flushed, and his eyes grew heavy.
I had to know. “Do you feel good, Vik?”
“I feelyou.”
His hand found my dick again, fisting it as slowly as he had in the shower. Slower, as his gaze darkened, he fixated on where he touched me, and a tremor rocked him.
I let it happen. Let it play out. Run its course. If he needed out, I’d let him go. But he stayed, and it passed, leaving my dick still trapped in his wicked hand.
The same hyper-focus he’d had in the chopper descended on him. Taking me apart became the nucleus of his attention, and he worked me to the same sultry beat seeping from the speakers, the low light of the room cocooning me. The scent of his skin. His soft kisses along my jaw.
I’d never been so worked up, and I resigned myself to blowing on my stomach, but as he brought me to the brink, he eased off and kissed my chest.
My belly.
The dip above my hip bones.
His stare blazed up at me, his hand still wrapped around my dick. I wanted to tell him he didn’t have to put it in his mouth, but as he snaked his tongue out and licked me, the words died in my throat.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Viktor’s mouth was so hot. Scorching. Burning. Electrifying as what he did to me travelled through my nerves, jolting mylimbs, arching my back, my spine seized with pleasure, not a blowjob, an epiphany. I’d had my dick sucked a thousand times, but never like this. Never with the real fear that my entire body would combust if his teeth?—
A moan breached me, breath throttled in my lungs, dismantling euphoria hazing my mind. “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you need to stop.”
Don’t stop.
Don’t ever fucking stop.
Somewhere in the madness, Viktor found my hand. He squeezed my fingers and hooked my leg over his shoulder, his other hand grazing lower, and I was fucking done.
No warnings left to give.
No control.
No restraint.
