I laugh and shake my head. “Jealous?”
“Depends.”
“On what?” I wonder.
Viktor flips me over and runs his hard length through my folds. “On whether or not you’re mine.”
I’m breathless as I wrap my legs around his waist. Sure his touch has my body begging for more, but his words send my heart racing.
Before I can respond he kisses me. “I love you, Belle. I have never told those words to any other woman. Are you mine?”
Viktor is assaulting my senses from every angle. My heart is beating against my ribs in an erratic staccato. I’m crazy for this man. That’s the only thing to explain my behavior. Rolling my hips, I feel him tease the entrance to my sex. I wrap my fingers around his neck and pull his face to mine.
Breaking the kiss, I’m breathless when I say, “I’m yours. I love you, Viktor Prinz.” My legs pull on him, and I gasp at the feel of him at my entrance. Viktor grabs a condom and slips it on in record time.
His mouth crushes mine in a bruising kiss. Hands and tongue explore as he pumps into me. Every delicious slide into me brings me closer to the edge.
Viktor lifts his head, and his eyes bore into mine. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you!” He thrusts harder and faster.
I hold onto his shoulders, holding on for his loving ride. His hand slips between our bodies, and his thumb circles and presses my clit. The pressure becomes too much and my head falls back. My muscles tense as the orgasm grips me, ripping out a cry of pleasure from deep within my soul.
“Isabel,” he roars as he pours himself into me.
When my breathing slows, I chuckle. My core tightens around him, and he growls with pleasure. “You really are beastly, honey.”
Viktor peppers my face with sweet kisses before taking my lips in a slow languid kiss. “And you are my master. My sweet, beauty.”
