Her words sliced through him—blade to the heart. His hands gripped her thighs, shuddering with need.
“Dask, Ami,” he rasped, voice torn raw. “Break me.”
Her eyes widened when she saw him—all of him—laid bare beneath her. Her pulse raced, her touch grew frantic. His vision blurred with hunger as she shifted over him, bold and unsteady, guiding him into place.
“Slow down, love,” he murmured, his hands bracketing her waist. “Put me exactly where you want me.”
She found him again, this time for herself. Their bodies joined—slow at first, aching and hot—then a sudden, deeper slide.
Her breath caught, her hands splayed across his chest.
“Oh—oh.”
Viktor arched, his head tipping back, hands knotting in the sheets.
Dask, she feels so… good.
She clawed at wet silk until her breasts spilled free.
“Ami,” he groaned. “Yes—”
She moved—hesitant at first, then bolder. Her brows drew tight, each motion a discovery. Every brush, every slide made her gasp anew.
The rhythm stuttered, then surged again, her thighs trembling with effort.
“I thought I could,” she panted, bracing against his chest.
“Youdid,” he growled, grabbing her hips and flipping them.
“Now you’ll take all of me,” he rasped, dragging her beneath him.
“Every damn piece until you can’t breathe without it.”
He drew her leg over his shoulder, holding there, letting her feel it—asking without words if she wanted this.
She smiled.
He took her mouth in a kiss that devoured, his hand locking her leg higher. His body shook with the fire barely held back.
“Last chance,” he rasped against her lips, voice raw. “Tell me now… or I’ll ruin you.”
Her laugh was a gasp. “Then ruin me.”
He buried himself in a single, brutal thrust, driving her breathless into the mattress.
She cried out, back arching, nails scoring fire down his shoulder.
“Viktor—yes—”
“You wanted all of me,” he ground out, voice breaking at the edges.
“Now—feel it.”
“Yes—” the word tore from her throat, sharp with need.
She bit down on his shoulder
“I want—” another cry broke loose, “all of it.”
