Viktor
I felt like the biggest asshole for how I acted toward Belle a week ago. Jesus, the expression on her face will be burned into my mind until the day I die. When I finally snapped out of it and spotted that she left without her jacket and boots, I felt even worse.
This Monday, I took my first real breath since I last saw her. I had been so overwhelmed with seeing her again that I nearly kissed her. I wanted to drink from her, taste those cherry-colored lips, memorize her flavor, drown in her touch. Beg for her forgiveness. That was until she shut it all down with the reminder that I’m her patient.
It’s now Friday again, and needing to get stronger, I have pushed myself every day for the two weeks since Belle banged on my door. It has been hard but now I’m like a damn peacock, strutting my feathers, hoping this beauty in front of me notices.
Balancing on my unharmed leg, I grin at Belle. “Soon I can compete in a one-legged race!”
“Stop it!” she laughs, and my chest puffs. “You’re awful.”
“What?” I chuckle. “All those wrestlers on TV can suck it. I’m ready to participate in the One-Legged Man Ass-Kicking Contest.”
Belle snorts and covers her mouth. It’s the best sound ever. She shakes her head, but her eyes are bright with amusement. I love that I can make her laugh that hard.
Unable to resist the pull between us, I grab the side of her neck. My thumb presses against her jaw, and I tilt her beautiful face to mine. Her pulse beats erratically under my palm, giving away her reaction to my touch.
“Viktor,” she says on a sigh. I fucking love how needy it comes out.
Watching her carefully, I bring my lips a breath away from hers. Soft puffs of air hit mine as I cup her cheek with my free hand. I run my nose against hers and breathe her in before rubbing my lips against hers. It’s a whisper of a kiss, the opposite of the fingers of desire crawling across my body that demand I consume her.
“Belle…what you do to me,” I murmur against her lips.
Her small hands come to my waist, and my muscles tense at the touch. She sighs against my lips. “We shouldn’t.” Her words contradict her as she kisses me back. Only this time the tendrils of desire are igniting like gasoline. Belle nips at my lower lip, and I groan. My dick twitches when she does it again, and my nostrils flare as I struggle to keep myself in check.
I run my tongue along the seam of her mouth, and she lets me in. With a tilt of my head, I deepen our kiss. Our tongues tease and explore every corner they can reach. I drink her in as my heart pounds against my chest.
This woman is intoxicating, and now that I’ve finally had a taste, I don’t think it will ever be enough. She steps into me, closing the distance between us, and whimpers when she feels my hard-on against her belly.
“God, what you do to me,” I tell her again and kiss my way across her jaw to the outer shell of her ear. I feel myself thickening against her with the press of her breasts against my chest.
“I think you just got disqualified for the one-legged race,” the little minx tells me.
I chuckle and she moans as my breath fans along the sensitive skin of her ear. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” I kiss and lick my way down her neck, all the while memorizing her taste and the way her body responds to mine.
My bastard of a good leg shakes under me, but I’ll be damned if it ruins this moment. I pepper kisses up the column of her neck before crushing my mouth to hers. This kiss is frantic, bruising even—showing each other how badly we want to go up in the flames of our desire.
I can’t pull myself back. I’ve fantasized about kissing Belle for too long. She’s kissing me as desperately as I’m kissing her, but I know it’s only a matter of time that she realizes she’s kissingme. I know this kiss isn’t fixing anything.
She sucks on my lower lip, and the pull goes straight to my erection. “Fuck, I feel that…” I swallow my words as her pretty lips kiss down to my Adam’s apple. Little licks of electricity shoot across my body and I groan. The sound comes from deep within me, and the need to touch more of her takes hold.
Releasing her face and neck too fast, my body sways for a moment. Long enough for her to notice and break away. Her lids flutter, heavy with arousal, and concern is etched around her eyes.
“I’m fine,” I say and rub my lips against hers.
“Viktor.” This time my name is coated with regret, and I want to lash out.
Belle deserves so much more than a broken man. Shit, after the way I treated her a week ago, I don’t even deserve to share the same air as her. If I saw a man treat her like I did, I would have killed him. Luckily you don’t need two legs to commit murder.
“This can’t…”
“No, this can’t.” Needing to calm the storm of emotions, I release her and carefully grab my crutches. “You deserve more than this.” I wave my hand back and forth between us to make it clear what I’m trying to say. Swallowing hard, I force any semblance of fluid down to moisten my throat that’s now dry.
Belle’s face flashes with annoyance. “Seriously? What you must think of me?”
Seeing she’s twisted the meaning of my words, I start to argue. “Belle—”
“No. Look, let’s get this done. I need to go home and pack anyways.”
