I gripped his jaw, a full-body shudder jolting my bones. “You do some feral shit to me.”
Viktor laughed, a choked, ragged sound that blistered my veins. “No—no. You are the wild one—the one who sets me free. You make me want things I never thought I could.”
I let my hands wander a little, testing him, and he didn’t stop me.But life wasn’t on our side. If Vik was saying what I thought he was, it would have to wait. I wasn’t fucking him for the first time in a house full of brothers. If we were lucky enough to live to that moment, I wasn’t sharing it with anyone.
Slowly, I let Vik’s leg slide down mine, not breaking eye contact. “Whatever you want, whenever you want it, I’m fucking here for it. But right now, I’m gonna need you to show me.”
Fuck me how you want it, Vik. I won’t forget, I swear.
I had his hands pinned over his head. He wrenched them free and spun us. Spunme, my chest where his back had just been.
Fuck.
I was taller than him. I had to hinge my hips to make it work, probably half shoving him out of the bath, bracing both arms on the tiles this time, hiding my face in my wet skin, leaning into it—into all of it, even the fact that unless Viktor was suddenly a Boy Scout at packing, we had no condoms or lube.
Or so I thought. Then slick fingers slid into me and I stopped thinking at all.
Vik, man.
We didn’t have much time.
I didn’t need it. I growled my impatience and Viktor got the memo.
The blunt head of his dick pierced me. He wrapped an arm around my waist and rooted a hand between my shoulders. “You are ready?”
His voice had dropped to that low murmur he got when he was being all sweet and shit. It did things to me I couldn’t explain. So I didn’t try. I pushed back against him, urging him on, and he got that memo too.
Fuck me.
I didn’t know how else to say it without screaming it to the ceiling.
Viktor eased deeper inside me, nudging my feet wider, pushing melower, the expert in fucking angles.
I reached back, like I always did, grasping his thigh, anchoring myself to him as he pushed and pushed and pushed until he was buried to the hilt.
Viktor had rhythm. All of it. Fast. Slow. But this shit was fevered from the off, and I growled into my arm through clenched teeth, eyes screwed shut, blood on fire as he rocked forward, punching his hips against mine.
Closer.
I needed him closer. But we were in a bathroom—in a bathtub. We had nowhere to go. Not an inch of space between us. No fucking air. And who needed air when Vik was fucking me like this? Silent and brutal. Only the water and the impact of his body hitting mine for company.
So good.
Dizzying pleasure hit me. My body became a pressure cooker of every repressed groan. Every bitten-out curse as his chest welded to my back.
Viktor muttered something Russian. It spun me out. Rough mystery words that had annoyed me all day now sent my pulse clattering into my eardrums.
I was so far gone. Choking on sensation. Onloveas Viktor tightened his embrace and slowed the pace of his dick driving inside me.Showingme.
He wants me to fuck him like this.
Like I loved him.
And fuck me, I did.
So much.
I hit a peak to that thought. Viktor felt it and buried his face between my shoulders, smothering his own release, staggering as he fought to keep us both upright.
