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The wood in the fire behind him crackles as a glowing trail of embers floats towards the ceiling.
“If I’m to die, I want it to be by you,zaychik. You’re gentle and innocent. I’d want your face to be my final vision before I slip into darkness.”
A whimper escapes me as tears stream down my cheeks, confused by the feelings swirling inside me: terror mixed with a desire for Viktor. I feel his thumb trailing back and forth on my hand. I feel the warmth of the fire. I feel heat inside me, fluttering through my hips and converging between my thighs.
Viktor raises the knife higher and steps towards me. He pulls my arm so it bends at the elbow, resting the blade on the front of this throat.
“Maybe this is better,” he says.
Our lips are so close, all I can think of is kissing him. I don’t know how it’s possible that I can be so turned on right now, but it’s happening despite how much I want to fight back.
He guides my hand towards him, pressing harder on his neck. When I see blood forming around the edge of the blade, I realize I can’t go through with it. I’m too weak. I want him too much.
I lower the knife from his neck and sigh in defeat. Viktor leans his head down and touches his forehead to mine. His bloodied hand trails up to the back of my head, threading his fingers into the curls of my hair. I shut my eyes, knowing I can no longer contain my desire for him. Our lips graze each other before opening to a full kiss. I can smell gunpowder from his hands. I know he lives a life that might not differ from the men who attacked our town, but right now I don’t care.
He pushes me backwards as he kisses me with more force. Every pass of his tongue into my mouth reverberates through the rest of my body. I feel him all over me.
His hand slides down my neck and slips into the front of my coat. My nipples rise in anticipation of his touch. Tattoos covering his hands make the sight of fingers on my breasts that much more exciting. He kisses my neck as his hand works inside my shirt and bra, grasping the pointing tips between his fingers. I melt, feeling a mix of soft kisses on my neck as his palm surrounds the buds of my breasts. My coat slides off my shoulders and falls to the ground. The buttons of my blouse pull apart one by one as Viktor’s massive hand strains the fabric. When my shirt opens, Viktor lowers the straps of my bra and takes it off me. His lets out a primal groan as his eyes devour the sight of my naked chest.
Without realizing it, the knife I was holding is out of my hand and being held in Viktor’s. My eyes struggle to open and when they do, Viktor’s eyes are staring demonically into mine.
“I want more,” he says and lifts the side of my skirt. The hand holding the knife slips under and I feel it brush against the top of my hip as it picks up the edge of my panties. He cuts through them, sending the swatch of fabric tumbling to the floor. Cool air hits the wetness on my pussy, making me that much more conscious of the control Viktor has over my body.
He lifts my skirt and gazes at what he finds underneath. His lips trail up my thigh, making me spread my legs, desperate to feel more. I look down and see his hand rubbing the thick lump of his shaft pressing into his trousers as he works his way to my mound. Dropping to his knees, suddenly his mouth is all over my wetness.
His tongue grazes the tip of my clit and I moan as pleasure washes through me. His tongue drags down the seam of my pussy, teasing me more than I ever thought possible. He returns to my clit, rolling his tongue over the spot he knows will send me over the edge.
For a moment I become lucid and think about what’s happening right now. I’m standing practically naked inside Viktor’s abandoned house while he brings me to the edge of a climax. Viktor moans in pleasure as he fucks my opening with his tongue.
This isn’t right. I shouldn’t want this.
My hips lift from the wall, but Viktor slams them back in place and increases the intensity of his licking. I feel sparks erupt in me as the air leaves my lungs. My body convulses in pleasure when my orgasm erupts. Viktor wraps his arms tight around me, digging his fingertips into the softness of my skin as to encourage my moans. He slows his licking as he draws the remnants of my orgasm out of me. When I’m spent, he rises from the floor and picks me up into his arms. He lays me down on the sofa, wedging himself between my legs. My breathing quickens as I watch him loosen his belt with a possessed look in his eyes.
He’s going to make me his.
And I want him to.
Chapter6
VIKTOR
Tatyana’s pale skin reflects the warm glow of fire behind us. As I unbutton my pants, my other hand brushes over her breasts, kneading the softness with alternating firm and soft grips, trailing my thumb around her nipple and watching it rise for me. Her back arches as she moans at my every touch. Our eyes connect and we share a gaze that’s heavy with a frantic need for each other.
I move my attention to the other side of her chest, cupping the chilled skin of her breast and warming it with my hand. Her nipple rises to meet my palm, making my cock grow harder. I hold myself back from fucking her because I want to see and feel all of her body, learn her responses. She is mine, and I want to know every part of her.
My fingers venture down the length of her body. Her abdomen tenses as if to guard itself when my fingers reach the skin just above her belly button, allowing me to discover a sensitive part of her. I growl and dive in to show her she doesn’t need to guard herself from me, kissing over the area she braced a moment ago. My lips to draw arcs along the width of her torso as I feel it relaxing.
She’s surrendering to my touch and it makes the shaft of my cock harden to steel. A pent up energy gathers in my loins as I slide my fingers inside her pussy. Tatyana sucks in a breath of air and whimpers as I draw my fingers in and out at a slow pace. A layer of wetness coats my fingers, glistening from the light of the fireplace every time I withdraw.
That first night in the stairwell wasn’t enough for me. The second she left I knew I needed to feel her again. Maybe it’s reckless since there’s so much more I’m dealing with right now, but I’m obsessed with Tatyana in a way I’ve never felt for another woman. Even now, knowing how much danger I’m in, I’m still consumed by my hunger for her.
I can’t explain why I feel the way I do for Tatyana. All I know is I want this feeling to last forever.
My hands pump harder into her, readying her for my cock. The muscles at the base of my shaft tense and release, wanting to be inside her pussy. The sweet scent of her juices fills my nostrils, igniting a carnal impulse within me. I need more. Always.
Her wetness drips down the lips of her pussy, making it twinkle to the light. It only makes me that much more desperate to fuck her.
I lick every drop of wetness that’s spilled from her and pick myself up so we face each other again. I pull my cock out, needing to release it from the confines of my pants. Tatyana’s eyes fix on it, widening as I reveal more length to her. When it’s completely unsheathed her hips rise, rubbing her slit against the shaft of my cock, sending waves of pleasure rolling through me. I release a gasp of breath when I feel what I’ve been craving right at the tip of my cock. My hips rock back and forth, meeting her thrusts with my own. My shaft buries deeper into her lips, spreading them to the sides of my cock. I continue grazing her clit with the head, teasing myself just as much as I’m teasing her. When I can’t stand another second, I pull back to align myself with her opening. After a final tease I push forward, feeling her soft insides welcome me.
