I slide my hand up her thigh, finding her knife, and I take it out, not before reaching higher with my fingers and brushing against the damp heat between her legs.
She moans into my mouth, her hips bucking against my hand.
I pull back, grab the top of her dress, use her knife, and slice it off. The material falls away to her sides, revealing a black lace bra and the heated flush of her skin.
I lick my lips and bring my gaze back up to her eyes.
"Still want me to take it from you?" I ask, my voice rough.
She grabs the back of my neck and pulls me down, her lips brushing mine.
"Shut up and fuck me, Victor."
18
DANIKA
Victor arches an eyebrow at my words and tosses the knife aside. It clatters against the table, forgotten.
He leans down and crushes his mouth to mine.
The kiss is aggressive, desperate, a collision of tongues. He's not asking, he's taking, and I'm giving it to him without hesitation.
My hands tear at his shirt, popping buttons off. I yank it off his shoulders. The barrier of fabric is suddenly unbearable. I need skin-on-skin contact. I need to feel him, all of him, against me.
I run my hands over his chest and take him in for the first time. He's so perfect it's annoying.
His chest is chiseled to perfection. It's strong and muscular. My hands slide lower, and his well-defined abs flex under my touch. His V-shaped frame draws my eyes down, making me want him inside me with an intensity that borders on lustful insanity.
This isn't just any man. He looks like a fucking Roman god. One of those statues created in stone with a perfect physique for all the world to admire for eternity.
I lift my head and kiss his chest, licking him, biting him, tasting his body on my lips. My tongue runs across his skin, and he groans, the sound vibrating through his chest.
His hands roam over me, not just with lust, but with absolute possession. Like he's claiming every inch of me. His tongue drags down my neck to my breasts, and I arch, pushing into him.
His warm tongue circles my nipple before he sucks hard.
I moan, the sensation sending a thousand tiny electric volts through me.
I grind into him, feeling my wet panties pressing against me, the friction making me ache.
My hands fumble at his belt buckle as he moves to suck on my other breast. I shift, allowing him easier access, and finally get his belt free. I unbutton his pants and pull his zipper down.
His pants drop, and he kicks them away, his mouth never leaving my body.
I lean back, and he thrusts against me. I feel the pressure from his cock, begging to be freed from his boxer briefs.
I go to stroke him, and suddenly, he lifts me off the table with ease, carrying me somewhere.
I wrap my legs tighter around his waist and my arms around his neck to stay up. Our mouths never break apart, our kissing never interrupted.
We pass through a doorway into a room, and Victor tosses me like I weigh nothing.
I laugh as I crash onto a massive, plush hotel bed.
He climbs on top of me and kisses my neck, running his tongue across my collarbone and down between my breasts.
His head goes lower, and he pulls my panties off, leaving me completely naked. He forces my legs wide and takes me in.
