“Fuck,” Leah sighs.
“As you wish.” I give her a wolfish smile before I flip her onto her back and dive over her, my dick already stiff as a flagpole.
Leah doesn’t protest, her eyes dark with desire as she stares up at me. Her back arches as I brush at her entrance, though I can barely hold myself back. Every muscle in my body is screaming to bury myself in her to the hilt.
Her hands grip the quilt, the pillow behind her head, as I continue to tease her, slipping just the head in before I pull out again, brushing at her again.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, writhing beneath me.
“Do you want it?” I ask.
Her eyes, when they open, are feverish, one hand knotted in her hair. “I need you so badly.”
“What do you need?” I brush her again, and she gasps.
“I need you. I need you inside me.”
Leah reaches down, tries to grasp me, but I stop her, my hand like iron around her wrist.
“Tell me what you need,” I order.
“I need you to fuck me, please. Fuck me so hard I can’t stand it!” she cries, writhing.
She cries out as I finally plunge into her, then pull out, before pushing her legs even wider so I can bury my entire length into her waiting warmth. She cries out again, arching her back, her nails scrabbling at the quilt again.
“Viktor!”
I thrust in and pull out, over and over again, driven on by her wild response. I wanted to take things slowly, but my iron will deserts me. I’ve never felt this way about someone before—this wild, this passionate, this heat that crashes through me like I’ve been struck by lightning.
I’m so close, and so is Leah, but I don’t want it to end yet. Not yet—this is too enthralling. I flip us over again, so Leah is on top of me. She looks surprised for a moment, then she laughs, and my heart soars before she applies herself to the task, rocking, bouncing, and circling.
Soon, I’m gasping with her, groaning, moaning as she rocks me to my core. My hands encircle her glorious hips, grasp the curves there, and I watch her above me, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her entire body given over to the sensations ripping through her.
A cry rips from her, half moan, half roar, half scream, her pussy spasming around my dick, and my release explodes. With it pours out everything I spend my life forcing down into tiny little boxes that I can place in the back of my mind and forget. They’re all there as I come back to myself, like the floodgates opened, and now I can’t close them.
“Leah, fuck, I love you!”
I can’t stop staring at her, still above me. Her forehead slick with sweat, her breasts so large and round, the curve of her belly holding our child; it’s suddenly more than I can take. There is too much to feel, and it’s all assaulting my senses, as though someone has turned on a too-bright light and taped my eyes open so I’m unable to look away.
There’s too much to feel. I feel far too much with Leah. So much so, I feel something rare—fear.
Did I truly tell her I love her? Had that slipped out in the one moment I lost total control of myself?
I lift her from me, and she scrambles off the rest of the way as I sit up, nearly frantic in a way I don’t think I’ve ever been before. I ignore the look of confused hurt on Leah’s face as I clean myself up. She doesn’t say anything, just watches me, her legs folded under her.
“I have to go. I have a lot to do today.” I start toward the shower, then can’t stand it any longer. I turn on my heel, lean over the bed, and kiss Leah until she’s breathless.
And then I escape to the bathroom, to the shower, into my Bratva.
This can’t happen. I can’t feel this way. To feel something for someone so deeply makes me vulnerable in a way that puts both of us in danger.
This dream is a fantasy. It can’t be real; I cannot let it become real. Too much is at stake. If I feel this way and I lose Leah, I will lose myself, and the grief will destroy me. I cannot let anyone have that kind of power over my life.
The water is so hot as it rains down on me from the shower head, it feels almost caustic, but I need it. I need the pain to wake me up, to pull me from this dream, to warn me off and pull me back before I can completely fall over that cliff.
This is what my father warned me about. This is what he tried to beat into me.
This is why, with all my darkness, with all the sins I’ve committed, with all the blood on my hands, I don’t deserve Leah.
