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There has been a shift in our whatever this is. We somehow have become lovers without the sex part which is frustrating. It’s so confusing. The drive is silent. I occasionally feel his gaze on me but I don’t look at him. I’m scared to see what his mouth isn’t saying. I don’t know where we are going. An hour later we are pulling up to a hotel near the beach. This surprises me. It’s not something I would picture from him. But I keep quiet. Let him be the one who breaks the silence. My door is opened by a valet.
“Thank you.” I smile.
“Ava,” his voice startles me. He is standing next to me in seconds. How the hell did he do that? But that is Viktor for you.
He takes my hand and leads us inside. I am thinking dinner will be here, but odd considering this is the kind of place you bring someone you love on a date. He walks past the restaurant entrance. I want to ask where we are going but I won’t. Finally, he stops at the end of the hall and takes out a keycard. Why are we in a hotel? What does he think we are going to do? Because as much as I want to, I am not ready for him to claim me.
We walk inside. The room is luxurious. There are French doors that lead to the beach. I smell the sea salt in the air. Directly outside there is a table set up with candlelights. It’s the perfect date. Romantic. He has yet to let go of my hand. He continues towards the French doors. Outside he still hasn’t spoken. I can’t take it anymore.
“Why are we here?”
“I thought you were not going to talk.” He mocks.
“Why would you say that?” I try to pull my hand back but he doesn’t let me.
“You are usually more talkative.”
He pulls out a chair for me. Who is this man and what has he done with Viktor Manarch? Are we on a date and he forgot to tell me? For the next two hours, we talk, mainly me, and eat. But I can’t complain. The food is delicious. I’m comfortably full and excited for dessert but it never comes.
“Let’s go for a walk.”
I stand, realizing for the first time how strong my feelings are for him. How much I crave him. How my body yearns for him. I take off my shoes and meet him at the steps. He takes my hand and brushes it against his lips. An involuntary moan escapes me. I try to play it off as if nothing happened. He chuckles.
We walked for a few minutes. I spot an area with candlelights set up. There is a bed of rose petals in the center. Odd, we are on public property and this isn’t a date. He walks straight to it. He sits on a blanket I hadn’t noticed before and pulls me onto his lap. I feel his desire for me the second I sit on him.
“Why are we here?” I manage in a whisper.
“To live life.”
His lips crush mine. I don’t fight it. I let his mouth consume me. I don’t want to think about the circumstances of how we got here. This moment I want to claim and make it mine. His lips are demanding. Seeking all control. I feel like I’m drowning in the passion he is giving me. This is not the Viktor I have come to know. This is a different man altogether.
He begins to softly bite the side of my neck. He works himself down until he is on my shoulder biting, kissing, and licking. I can’t even tell anymore. With one hand he manages to take my dress off. I should probably care since we are in public but I don’t. He makes me forget everything. He softly lays me on the blanket. Every touch is intentional. His lips trace the curve of my breast, his tongue teasing my nipples. Gripping the blanket isn’t enough to keep the moans quiet. His attention to my breast is out of this world. It’s a sensation I’ve never experienced.
“Viktor, please.” I plea.
He ignores my plea and continues. He is determined to drive me insane. His hand continues to travel along with his lips. The anticipation is my undoing. I need to feel him. I need to be his. I try to sit up and get some control back but that just makes him pin me down harder.
“Viktor,” I start again.
“You are mine.” As the words leave his mouth two of his fingers find their way inside of me making me cry in pleasure. “Feel everything. Let go and enjoy this moment.” He increases his speed. This is more. Isn’t this what I want? I’m so confused when it comes to him.
“Viktor,” I whisper.
“Let go, Baby girl. Come for me.”
I don’t know if it’s the intensity of his fingers inside of me, the beautiful night sky, the romantic dinner, or his command. I let go. I let the orgasm consume me. My body convulses in pleasure. I’m out of breath barely keeping myself together. As the high of the orgasm subsides, he picks me up.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to claim every inch of your body. I will be your last.”
His words are clear. I belong to him. Truth be told he isn’t wrong. If I were brave, I would tell him I don’t belong to him. I would tell him I wasn’t his. Instead, I am in his arms naked and exposed. He is a dangerous addiction I fear I won’t be able to give up. I want him to claim me over and over again. To be his every night without exception.
In the room, he leaves the doors open. The music of the waves playing. The moon lighting the room. He lays me on the center of the bed. I watch as he carefully unbuttons his shirt, belt, and trousers. As he stands in front of me, I admire how beautiful he is. The man is a god. I crawl to the edge of the bed where he stands. Our eyes never leave each other. I kiss his cheeks, down his neck, followed by his shoulders where I softly bite him. I am letting myself go and live as he said. This might be our one and only night. I kiss his chest and softly bite his nipples. I taste every inch I can. I make my way down to his stomach. At the edge of his boxers, I trace the line with my tongue watching him look at me. His eyes filled with the same hunger I have. I go to help him out of them but he stops me.
“Not yet.” He pushes me back in bed. He climbs in and begins to kiss my legs up to my thigh.
“Viktor,” I call, not knowing if it’s a moan or a plea.
