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Viktor pulled me closer into his body, until we were plastered against each other. “That’s a long time to stay voiceless, even when you aren’t. You are so strong, Valerie. Do you know that?”
I shrugged at his choice of words.
“You are, myshka,” he forced out.
We fell into silence, both of us basking in this moment. My mind was reeling. So much has happened. Viktor and I—and then finding my voice again.
Viktor eventually pulled away and went to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he came back with a glass filled with water. I drank it without any question.
“Your throat is hurting,” he stated. Not a question, just a simple fact.
I nodded, placing the glass on my nightstand. Viktor got in bed again and pulled the covers over us. Without hesitation, I curled into his embrace, and we held on to each other.
Our gaze never wavered and slowly sleep started to seep into my languid body. Viktor placed a kiss on my nose before speaking.
“Why did you speak for me?” he asked. I imagined him whispering the words—our secret.
I opened my mouth to answer, but my throat burned, and I coughed when the words wouldn’t come out. Quickly fishing out my notepad and pen from my drawer, I started writing down.
A smile touched my lips as I held his pen while my fingers feathered over the paper. The memories—our moments flashed in front of my eyes.
This was how everything started. This was how we became us. When our hearts decided to dance for each other.
Because you deserve my voice. You earned it, Viktor.
Viktor read my words and he entwined our fingers together. “Was it everything you dreamed of?”
My smile widened at his question. “It…was…much more.”
The words were barely past my lips when Viktor started kissing me. We kissed until we were breathless. And then we just held each other.
Our eyes closed…and I was filled with peace.
It was much more.
I spoke the truth.
Because it truly was much more.
This was my dream. My first.
My first time wasn’t when Valentin stole my virginity and pushed his cock inside me, breaking through my barrier. My first time wasn’t when I cried in agony and begged him to stop.
My first time wasn’t with my husband.
This was my first.
I believe…tonight was my first time.
Viktor was my first.
And my last.
Chapter 33
Viktor
Valerie was a beautiful woman. But she was even more beautiful when she was sleeping. All the worries and the pain—they all disappeared from her face, leaving just a soft, peaceful look.
Her hair was spread over my pillow, where her cheek rested, her body as close to mine as possible. With my arm around her hips, I kept her anchored to my body.
It was morning already, yet I couldn’t bring myself to leave.
Valerie made a little sleepy noise, and her eyes fluttered open. Her lips quirked up on the side, a small smile appearing on her lips.
She fluttered her eyes shyly, almost innocently, and then she buried her face in my chest. Not before I caught sight of her cheeks blushing with a rosy color—such a beautiful fucking sight to see first thing in the morning.
Pulling her face away so she could see me speaking, I winked at her. “It’s a little too late to be shy now, baby.”
She pouted and then shrugged, never once losing her smile along the way. After taking her one more time in the middle of the night, Valerie fell right asleep—with my cock still buried in her tight pussy.
I stayed awake, just holding her and savoring her warmth around my cock before eventually pulling out. She had mewled, a disappointed sound in her sleep before cuddling closer into me.
I barely slept last night, not wanting to miss a single moment. The way her eyebrows would rise, her forehead crunching up during her dreams. Her sleepy sighs. When her lips would part when she breathed. The small muscle twitches. Or the random little sleepy smiles that would appear on her lips. I found out she also had a habit of tapping her fingers on the pillow while sleeping.
I memorized everything until they were deeply ingrained in my memories.
In her presence, I forgot what I was supposed to do—what I was meant to do. I forgot why Alessio sent me here.
And Ayla…Ayla would disappear from my mind, like she had never been there.
Valerie was the forbidden fruit everyone warned me about…but I still took a bite. I didn’t realize the taste would be this addicting.
She once was someone untouchable…until she became my obsession.
And fuck me, I needed her like I needed my next breath.
I wasn’t a poet—hell, I was far from being a man with words to give her. But for Valerie, I would become the man with action behind the words I could give her—words I never gave anyone before. Because they were only meant for her.
