Chapter 25 #2
My mouth presses lingering kisses on the inside of her thighs, earning low moans from her. Holding her gaze, I dip my head and taste her. Slow and exploring. I’ve imagined doing this far too many times than I should admit, but for once, nothing compares with reality.
Her breath catches, her fingers combing through my hair. I hum against her, letting my tongue glide against her slick folds and clit again and again as her thighs tremble beneath the strong grip of my hands. “God…Viktor, please...”
I give her more. Circle her clit again and again with my tongue. Because I want to be the one who gives her this. Who makes her totally unravel and come undone.
“Fuck,” I murmur against her as my tongue dips into her core and laps at her.
She’s panting now. A fresh sheen of sweat beading between the valley of her tits.
I tighten my grip at the back of her thighs, angling her hips and spreading her wider as I work her with my mouth.
One lick, then another, unrelenting until I find it.
The spot that makes her cry out and short circuits every damn thought in my head. Fucking. Hell.
She cries out again and again as I keep my focus there, determined to have her fall apart on my tongue.
As she shakes and gasps, I push two thick fingers inside her and pump them in and out of her slickness as I keep lapping at her.
And I don’t back down until her thighs clamp around my head, her screams loud and her release coming in a fierce wave.
She’s panting when I pull back. And she’s beautiful like this, eyes hazy, cheeks flushed, lips parted. Like a goddess laid out before me.
I crawl back up, hovering over her, and she reaches for me instantly. I’m hard as steel as her lips smash into mine. Her fingers fumble with the buttons of my shirt.
“You sure?” I murmur.
She laughs breathlessly “Yeah. Are you?”
“Yeah, I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
That earns me a smile. I shuck off my clothes and boxers, and her hands run softly over my chest and down my sides. It shouldn’t feel like this. It shouldn’t feel this good. And it’s definitely never felt like this before…
My eyes shut, breathing out a ragged breath. Her fingers are curious but not invasive. Soft and slow as she explores every inch of me. And every one of my nerve endings is on fire. It feels…good, amazing.
I’m panting alongside her. “Fuck, Avelina,” I breathe into the crook of her neck as my hand blindly rummages in the nightstand drawer for a condom.
Her fingers drag down my back softly, and a low moan leaves me. Who knew touching could be like this? And could feel like this?
I sink between her legs, my cock thrusting deep inside her. Hot. Wet. So fucking tight. And something wholly strangles me as I sink into her.
A wanton sound fills the room, and nothing has ever sounded so perfect. She was made for me. My lips drop to her neck, earning a sharp inhale from her as they connect with the sensitive skin there. Our breaths mingle, synced in a ragged fashion.
Her hips roll against mine, and my world blurs as I sink further, sucked into pure bliss. The sound of our skin slapping against each other echoes around the room as her body arches into mine, head tilting back. Her hands are soft as they roam my shoulder, feeling the taut muscles.
Grabbing her hips tightly, I watch her face contort with pleasure as I thrust and pick up the pace. My whole body is wound so tight.
“More…” she gasps.
I kiss her deeply as I thrust into her again and again, wanting to push her over the edge. My hips pump, pushing deeper, harder. Feeling her body suck me in and claim me.
“Viktor!” The soft scream rips from her body before waves of ecstasy wash over her. The spasm of her core around me only spurs me to move faster and fuck her harder.
I grunt into her as pleasure consumes me. My body tightens. One thrust, then another, and I’m falling over the edge with her as yet another orgasm crashes into her.
Panting, she looks up at me. And I’ve never seen something more beautiful.
My hand brushes the stray strands of hair from her forehead as our breaths fill the space between us. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me….but it feels amazing,” I whisper in a hoarse voice.
Her eyes flutter closed for a moment. “You feel amazing too.”
I kiss along her neck, her jaw, her cheek. Anywhere my lips can savor the taste of her as I pull from her, my body protesting the loss of contact.
Each cell of my body still vibrates. Burning her name into my body. As we lay there, I let her nestle into my side.
Her breathing slows against my chest, soft and unguarded in the dark. Sleep is already claiming her, but the adrenaline inside me is still humming. I shift, meaning only to hold her tighter, and that’s when my palm brushes across the back of her bare shoulder.
The skin is uneven…
And I freeze for a split second.
Because it’s a scar.
No—several scars.
Jagged, raised, and stretching across her back. They don’t feel like anything clean or surgical. These are torn, angry shapes, healed without kindness. The kind of scars that don’t come from a mere accident.
My jaw tightens. A thousand questions claw at me. Who did this to her? How much pain did she endure? And why has she never said a word?
But she stirs, making a soft sound, and I’m still in the silence. I can’t let her know I’ve noticed. Not tonight. Not when we’ve had such an amazing time together.
So, I exhale, not wanting to spoil the moment.
Because for the first time in my life, I’m not shying away from contact or intimacy. I want more of it. I fucking crave it.