Chapter 56 #3
Viktor lets out a breath that sounds half like relief, half like awe. “Deal. And I promise you this,” he murmurs. “Whatever danger comes, it won’t find you alone.”
“I’m sorry I ran,” I whisper. “I’m sorry I hurt you like that. I won’t run again. I’ll trust you when I’m afraid. And I’ll work with you to make things right.”
And when he kisses me, it isn’t desperate. It’s steady. Certain. The kind of kiss that says we’ve both chosen this—eyes open.
But soon, we shed our clothes with urgent need.
Naked now, his body hovers over mine. His eyes trace every curve of me, drinking me in with a hunger that's both primal and profound. "I've dreamed of this every night," he confesses, his voice husky. "Waking up without you...it was torture."
I reach up, tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the stubble rough under my fingertips.
His lips trail fire down my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there until I arch into him, a soft moan escaping.
He lingers on my breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue in lazy circles while his hand kneads the other.
Pleasure shoots through me, pooling low in my belly.
I thread my fingers through his dark hair, holding him close as he worships my body, erasing the months of separation with each kiss.
His mouth ventures lower still, kissing my stomach, my hips, until he's between my thighs. He parts them, his breath warm against me. "Let me taste you," he growls, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my core clench. "Let me remind you who you belong to."
Before I can respond, his tongue delves in, a slow, deliberate stroke that has me gasping.
He teases my clit with expert flicks, alternating between light pressure and firm suction that drives me wild.
His hands grip my thighs, holding me open as I writhe beneath him.
Two fingers slide inside me, curling to stroke that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes.
The room fills with my cries and his muffled groans of satisfaction.
"Viktor," I whimper, my hips bucking involuntarily.
He pours his soul into pleasuring me. He's relentless, building the tension until I'm teetering on the brink.
"Come for me, Avelina," he commands, his voice vibrating against me. "Show me you're mine!"
The orgasm crashes over me, my body convulsing as ecstasy ripples through every nerve. But he doesn't stop, lapping to prolong the bliss until I'm trembling, spent, and utterly his.
And the fire in his eyes tells me we're far from done.
He rises, his erection thick and straining, and positions himself at my entrance, thrusting in with one smooth, deep motion.
We both groan at the fullness, the perfect fit that feels like coming home.
He starts slow, each stroke deliberate, allowing us to savor the connection.
His forehead presses to mine, our breaths mingling in shared rhythm.
I feel every inch of him, stretching me and claiming me.
The emotion builds with the pleasure. I’m back with the man I love. His pace quickens, hips driving harder, the bed creaking under us. I dig my nails into his back, urging him on, my walls fluttering around him.
"You're everything to me," he rasps, his hand sliding between us to circle my clit, heightening the sensations. "Never leave again."
"I won't...I promise," I moan, the words tumbling out as another climax builds. We move as one, bodies slick and synchronized, the world narrowing to just this—just us.
When release comes, it's shattering. I cry out his name, clenching around him in waves that pull him over the edge. He buries deep, spilling inside me with a guttural roar, his body shuddering as he holds me tight.
We collapse together, limbs entwined, hearts pounding in unison. He rolls us so I'm draped over his chest, his fingers stroking my back. "We're stronger together," he murmurs, kissing my hair.
I nod, nestling closer, the emotional weight lifting at last. Because in his arms, the world outside fades.
“You should sleep now,” he says softly.
I breathe him in, and I know that I’ve missed this and missed him. My pulse slows, and my eyes droop, the tension easing inch by inch. When I speak, it’s barely above a whisper as I hover in that phase between dozing and full sleep. “If you left the room right now, I think I’d wake up.”
“I won’t leave,” he says simply.
“I thought you had work to do tonight?”
“Not anymore.”
I tip my head up very slightly. “You mean it?”
His eyes lock on mine, unwavering, and he nods. “I mean everything I say to you.”
Something in my chest aches, deep but not painful.
“Sleep now,” he mutters against my hair. “I’ll be here when you wake up. Just sleep.”
The promise settles into me, solid and grounding. I let my head rest against his shoulder. My eyes grow heavy again. The outside world might be a scary place at times, but here with Viktor, it feels like nothing can touch me.
I start to follow the slow, unshakeable rhythm of his breathing.
And somewhere in the haze just before full sleep sets in, I hear him murmur something low in Russian. It’s a promise.
The last thing I feel as my eyes drift shut is his hand over mine on his chest. Steady and warm.
This is what safety feels like.
And I want to stay here.
Forever.