“I feel everything,” I admit.
“Then say it.”
Oh, God.
What am I doing?
“Yes.” I barely get the word out, but he hears it.
“Yes, what? You are mine?”
I manage a tiny nod and that glint of satisfaction is back. His mouth covers mine and I taste myself on him. It’s tangy and sweet and sexy. Our tongues dance with eagerness and desire, like we can’t get close enough. Hands and fingers seem to be everywhere, touching and tugging and scratching as he slams into me, harder and deeper than anyone ever has.
Even harder than last time.
My eyes roll back, and my breath leaves me in a rush, but I clench around him to take every inch. The stretch to accommodate him feels like he’s going to rip me open but he won’t—I already know that—and I crave every moment of it. His movements are strong and sure despite how frantic I feel. He already knows what I need and he’s giving it to me with every thrust.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, tugging my lower lip with his teeth. “My wife.”
His accented English has never sounded as perfect as it does when he calls me his wife.
Our bodies slap together, a sharp staccato that makes the room go hazy.
There’s nothing else.
Just him and me.
Me and him—my husband.
He rocks into me, adjusting the angle of his hips, and my eyes roll again.
“This is the spot?” he asks in a throaty whisper.
“Y-yes.” I’m shaking so hard I’m afraid I might bounce us off the bed, but his steady strength keeps us—keeps me—grounded. On the bed and in the moment. With him.
“Viktor.” This time his voice is a sigh, as I thread a hand through his damp hair. “I love…this.” I catch myself just in time. Jesus, that was close. But he either didn’t notice or doesn’t care, because his hot mouth is on mine, taking greedy pulls from my tongue as his continues to grind into me. Hard and fast. Soft and slow. Tender and rough. It’s everything all at once, and my body reacts to his ministrations.
I don’t normally orgasm this quickly the second—technically, I guess the third—time. But there’s nothing normal about what Viktor does to me. There’s no fantasy that can live up to the reality of my husband.
“Come with me,” he murmurs, still nibbling on my lower lip. “Let me feel your pussy spasm around me as I get you off.”
I arch my hips, letting him bottom out, and pleasure starts building. There’s no stopping it now and I dig my nails into his shoulders as a soft scream escapes me.
“Viktor, more—please! Now!” Everything blurs into a hazy cloud of ecstasy. He drives into me, over and over, and my screams echo off the walls as he pounds away. His own grunt of pleasure is even louder and we tumble over the edge together.
“My beautiful wife,” he whispers, pressing kisses all over my face. My lips. My jaw.
I’m too blissed out to reply so I just lay there, shivering and shuddering with every aftershock. Eventually, I let go of the death grip I have on his hair but he doesn’t stop kissing and touching me. He moves my hair out of my face and smiles, the expression in his eyes different than any I’ve seen before.
“What?” I ask softly.
“You are—” He’s cut off as a voice calls out.
“Hello? Is someone here?”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Viktor
