Page 105 of Viktor

“This.” Viktor’s palm brushed over her calf and moved to her thigh, finally cupping her bottom.

Waverly gasped as he spread her cheeks open with his strong hands, his fingers teasing through her wet folds. “Vik—”

“This too. I want all of you, mo chroí.” He landed a swift slap to her bottom and rubbed the reddened cheek.

Waverly’s heart pounded in her chest as the cool gel dripped over her ass, his finger circling her puckered skin.

“But first, we shall play,”

“I don’t know…” Waverly lost her words as his finger pressed into her ass. The pressure built as he inched inside her. His other hand brushed through her pussy and over her swollen bead, teasing her orgasm to the surface.

Without warning he withdrew, and she released an audible sigh in protest. As she looked back to Viktor, her pulse raced. With a wicked smile, he dangled a golden bulbous toy attached to a long leather tail within her sight.

Though he spoke no words, she knew what he planned. The fear of exploring her dark fantasies surfaced, yet her body craved him. She trusted her vampire to bring her to the highest level of ecstasy. There was no part of her that would not accept him.

Every cell in her body went on alert as he trailed the soft leather over her cheek, brushing it over her neck, down between her shoulder blades to her lower back and bottom.

Waverly sucked a breath as the cool object teased open her anus, its tip pressing into her. “Ah…I…”

“Relax, my pet. I will always bring you pleasure,” he assured her, his voice raspy and dark.

Waverly sucked a breath as the plug stretched her. His fingers teased her pussy as he gently slid the plug inside her ass.

“What a beautiful little tail,” he said, giving it a tug.

“Oh God, please,” she begged, her core tightening in anticipation, the sensation leaving her full and aroused. “I need—”

“Slow,” Viktor whispered, bringing his cock to her entrance.

“I need you to…” she pleaded, her body on fire with desire, “fuck me.”

Viktor groaned in pleasure as he eased himself inside her, filling her to the hilt. “That’s it…ah yeah.”

“Oh my God,” Waverly breathed, her body full. She reached her arms forward, clutching the sofa. Overwhelmed with the sensation, she writhed back on him, her clitoris aching for release.

“Ah, fuck. You feel so tight. Your pussy…” Viktor grunted, withdrawing and plunging back into her several times. “Fuck.”

Waverly sighed, her body protesting as he withdrew. She squealed as Viktor lifted her up into the air and gently placed her onto the sofa on her back. He settled between her legs and buried himself deep inside her.

“You are everything,” he told her as he pumped in and out of her tight channel.

Viktor’s mouth crushed onto hers, and Waverly kissed him back with an urgent fervor. Their bodies moved as one. Viktor slowed his pace, grazing his pelvis against hers.

With her bottom full and her pussy filled with his cock, her swollen clit pulsated with pleasure. She lifted her hips to his and rocked against him, meeting each slow thrust. She gasped as he cupped her bottom and tugged on the leather cords.

Viktor’s lips moved to her collarbone, his tongue tasting her skin. His fangs nicked her flesh, sweet pain and pleasure threading through her.

“I…I…com…” She lost her words, her climax teetering on the edge.

Viktor slammed into her, pumping harder and harder. She screamed with pleasure as his fangs sliced deep into her neck. As he tugged the plug from her ass and gave a final thrust, Waverly screamed into his shoulder, her own teeth nipping at his skin.

Viktor rolled her to the side, his ravenous eyes set on hers. He gave a loud groan, his seed exploding deep inside her. Waverly’s body shook in release, stiffening as the waves of pleasure rushed over her. She cried his name in ecstasy, her orgasm seizing her.

Waverly panted, attempting to catch her breath. Her heart pounded in her chest as the realization hit her. She’d almost broken his flesh. She swore she could hear his pulse calling to her in her mind. The craving for his lifeblood that lingered beneath the surface of his skin, driving her to bond with him, her hunger would go unsated.

As Viktor brushed a kiss to her head, she relaxed into his embrace, exhaustion washing over her.

“I love you,” she whispered as she drifted off to sleep. God, she loved this man. Bonding or not, she’d never let him go. My vampire.