By the time he eased me onto my back again, I needed him more than fucking air.
Viktor kissed fire up my stomach and my chest. My neck. Condoms had appeared from somewhere.
Lube.
He held my face. “You are sure?”
“Are you?”
Viktor’s gaze fractured, emotion hazing his eyes. “I think I have never wanted anything quite so much.”
The world we endured was big and messy. Stained with death and pain. But as I gave Vik my answer with a slow, hot kiss, it narrowed to just me and him, naked and shaking in the dark.
He broke away, grabbing the music remote somewhere beyond me. Low beats filled the room, like a shield forming around us, and it settled us.
A smile warmed Viktor’s face as he rolled a condom onto that big dick. “I have never felt like this about sex.”
I watched his hands work, anticipation building in my gut, my blood. “How’s that?”
“Like I will be a better person after.”
“You’re putting a lot of pressure on my magic?—”
He silenced me with a finger to my lips. “No bad jokes, serdtse moyo.”
The Russian words were familiar. I’d heard Alexei say them. To Cam. To Saint. I couldn’t be sure of the meaning, but the way Viktor gazed at me squeezed my heart.
He gripped my thighs, tugging me lower on the bed. On the sheets we’d made our own every night for the past week, but this was different. So fucking different. He’d never done this by choice with anyone but a man he called brother.
I’d never done it at all.
Not sober and not with a real dick.
And fuck me, Viktor’s dick was real. As he aligned us, I couldn’t stop staring at it. Until it eased out of sight and my eyes fluttered shut.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I liked pain. The physical kind, anyway. I’d never run from it, and this shit? Damn. It tore me up, inside and out, and I latched onto it, letting it drag me under with its sweet burn.
Viktor slid home.
I wrapped a leg around him, drawing him deeper.
Vik groaned and flexed his hips, sinking his teeth into my chest, tugging my hair. Then he rose, looming over me as he found a rhythm, and his dick inside me matched the beat of the music around us.
He hit every spot. Places I didn’t know existed. My body moved with his, chasing that euphoric friction, and I couldn’t stop kissing him. Touching him, until that ever-present hunger formorehad me gripping the headboard behind me.
Viktor fucked me harder, a flush staining his chest, eyes hooded and feral. Like he was holding back.
I curled my other leg around him, urging him on, and something changed—everythingchanged. Shackles fell away. Instinct took over and a haze of pleasure descended on me. I’d never fucked like this. I’d never even imagined it. And I’d pictured Viktor Petrenko fucking mea lot. Before he got taken. Before I knew what had happened to him to bring him into my life in the first place.
I always knew he’d be good at it.
Never fucking dreamed he’d know me this well though. That he’d read every wordless cue my body gave up and drive me to the brink so fast he had my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
So fucking good.
