Scarred skin.
Subtle, ethereal tattoos.
Coiled muscles and fine body hair that led to his big dick.
Hisharddick.
That ache, it was back, and fuck, it left me dizzy.
Viktor tugged me down to kiss him, his tongue sliding into my mouth with zero hesitancy, his hands roaming every inch of me as he stripped me of the few clothes I wore. Until I was naked on top of him, moving with his body, letting instinct figure it out.
My dickhurt. And that craving in my gut wouldn’t quit. Vik took me in his mouth and it wasn’t enough. He slid two skilled fingers inside me and my body cried out formore, like a deeper part of me knew the truth better than I did. Better than Viktor, as he fucked me with his fingers, staring at me so hard it was a miracle his eyeballs didn’t scrape the tiles under the bed.
I saw the moment it finally clicked for him. That he believed what I’d been telling him since that first chopper ride.
“You want me to fuck you?”
I was still on top of him, knees braced either side of his hips, my forehead pressed to his as rough breaths tore from my chest. “I’vealwayswanted you to fuck me.”
“Since when?”
“Since I first heard your voice.”
“My voice?” Viktor did something that arched my spine, driving me upright as he squeezed my cock with his other hand. “That is... ironic, maybe. When I was a prisoner, your voice was all I heard for days at a time.”
Thinking about the hellfire he’d survived should’ve withered my dick, but the swelter building between us was too strong. I gripped the headboard of his bed, riding the storm while he gazed at me, my dick seeking friction against his ridged abdomen, potent desperation rushing through me. Like I’d die if he didn’t fuck me.
Like I’d die if he ever did.
It messed with my head, and it was my turn to bare my soul against my will as my pulse rebelled and panic throttled me.
Viktor’s wicked fingers disappeared. The room blurred and I found myself on my back, him looming over me, his gaze amirror as it bored into me, concern overwhelming every thought and feeling. “What has made you feel this way?”
A violent groan wrenched from me.
Viktor rubbed my chest, my belly, letting his hand drift lower and lower, testing me, maybe. “You are okay.”
Not a question.
He was telling me.
And fuck, how did he know I needed that?
I’d hidden my face in my arms. I let them drop as he found my dick with his hot hand. Gripped his jaw and held him close. “Please?”
He didn’t ask what I was begging him for. Thank fuck, cos I didn’t really know. I just fucking needed him, in every way he could give me.
Viktor kissed my lips. Then he rolled me onto my side and devoured me.
Literally.
He fucked me with his tongue and I’d never felt anything like it.
Fear left me. I knew it would come back, cos what I was afraid of had nothing to do with sex. Not really. But for the long moments he rimmed me into oblivion, I had no thought in my head. No feeling except a teasing euphoria that had me shouting into a pillow.
I thought I’d wanted him before.
Like, ten minutes ago.
