Chapter 4 #2
“You look incredible tonight.” His breath is a whisper against my skin, and I shiver, but not from the cold. “I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you all evening.”
He palms my curves at the same time I hear the door slam behind us and lock—I’m not sure how he manages with one hand and without looking, but he does.
And then I’m past caring as he kisses me, starting at my ear and moving down my neck to my shoulder.
Both his hands are now sliding down my body, caressing every curve.
My heart is already aflutter in my chest, my body made entirely of the summer heat baking the pavement, even at night, and I’m very quickly becoming a tight ball of need.
I can’t remember the last time I felt this way, the last time my entire body was bent toward a single feeling of heat pooling in my stomach and swirling lower, lower, to become liquid. A soft moan, more breath than sound, leaves my lips, and Viktor smiles against my shoulder.
“Just the sound I was hoping for.”
His voice rumbles through me, and I close my eyes to savor the sensation.
He’s pressed against me, steel, strength, and power against my back, every inch of him hard.
The idea that he wants me as badly as I want him drives me wild, and I don’t protest as he pushes me up against the wall beside the door.
Viktor traps me in the cage of his arms and by the weight of his body, but all I want is more. My desire surges as he again runs his hand down my side to curve around my ass.
“These curves have been driving me mad since I saw them this morning,” he rumbles, and I can’t help but moan again.
The sound turns into a gasp when he moves his hands down, around, and up my skirt, stroking the wetness there. My hips buck automatically before I push against his palm, my body desperate for more.
“Were you waiting for just this moment?” he asks, kissing my neck, then nipping the spot, the sensation sending sparks through me.
“Yes.” I’m panting and not even trying to hide it. What’s the use when Viktor can feel how much I’ve been waiting?
“How badly do you want it?”
The question is silk against my senses, velvet and darkness and smoke, and all I can do is moan in response. His fingers move slowly across the lace of my underwear, each fraction of an inch pure heaven and torture all at once.
“Please.” The words are another breath as I push back against him, strain against his hand, desperate for more. I don’t know whether it’s the length of time it’s been since I’ve felt anything like this or if Viktor has some kind of magic fingers, but I’m about to come undone. “Oh, fuck, please.”
“I like it when you beg.”
Those same fingers pull back the fabric of my panties, and one thick digit slips inside my folds.
I cry out, and he adds a second and moves them in and out and around, stroking me with a feather’s touch.
I don’t want to know how many women he’s done this to, but fuck, he’s good.
So good. Better than I’ve had before, and he’s only using his fingers.
The way he finds all the points that drive me wild is like magic, and the way he drags a fingertip across them, rubs them, moves around them has me clawing at the wall, biting my lower lip so hard I’m afraid I’ll taste blood.
Without warning, Viktor hikes my dress over my hips. I stare up at him, at this man towering over me, all muscle and sex, his eyes burning with lust and desire.
His fingers move faster, faster, grasping, pinching. I grab the shoulders of his blazer in my fists and hold on tight, unable to do anything but move against him, crying out, gasping for breath as he drives me higher and higher to my breaking point until I crash over the edge.
It’s all I can do to hold on as I ride the wave, anchored by his arm around my waist, which won’t let me fall.
I collapse against him, breathing hard, my ears ringing.
“Oh my God,” I pant, and his chuckle rumbles through him.
My hearing is just clearing when he murmurs, “My turn,” and I don’t have a moment to respond before he’s lifting me up and carrying me the few paces to the table
His mouth fastens on mine, and we’re devouring each other hungrily as his hands work to slip my dress up and over my head. My underwear comes down next. Then it’s his blazer, shirt, and belt in a frenzy that reveals just how badly he wants me too.
I barely give Viktor a moment to get his pants off before I throw my arms around his neck, pressing my rock-hard nipples against his chest. He takes one of my breasts in his hand, taking just a glance to appreciate how it fills his large palm, before lowering his head and taking a pebbled nipple into his mouth. I arch my back, begging for more.
I feel him at my entrance a moment later. He teases me, brushing against me until I’m panting.
“Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you.”
“So bad,” I gasp, my nails digging into shoulders.
“You want me to fuck you?” His words are a deep growl.
“Yes, fuck me. Please Viktor. Fuck me hard.”
The words are barely out of my mouth before Viktor plunges inside me, and I cry out. I’ve never been filled like this, so hard and so raw at the same time. Fire blazes from the inside out until I’m consumed by it, consumed by the feeling of him pumping in and out of me.
He starts slowly, but it’s not long before his control slips. My hands scrabble over his muscles, his enormous arms, the corded muscles straining in his back as he pants and grunts.
He leans me back and I let my legs fall open as he fucks me harder. I ride him until little bursts of light dance in front of my eyes, until I’m nothing but desire and pleasure and heat.
I come so hard, my vision whites out and I scream. At least, I think I do. All my senses go blank until I find myself clinging to Viktor as he pumps furiously into me, our bodies jolting together, until with a shout, he explodes, filling me with warmth as he pulses and jerks.
If I’d known ripping my pants in front of the hottest guy I’ve ever met would lead to this, I would do it a million times over.
When I wake in the morning, the side of the bed Viktor fell asleep on is empty, the sheets without warmth.
I don’t know when he left, but I didn’t hear or feel a thing.
He fucked me into oblivion last night; I lost my mind.
That’s the only way I can explain what happened.
I let him do things to me, let him go places I’ve never let anyone go, went places I’ve never gone.
I find a note on my bedside table in a strong, elegant hand:
Leah,
Thank you for an incredible might—I will remember it for a long time to come.
You are right to keep your daughter safe, and I can’t interfere with that.
You are both safer if you never see me again.
-Viktor
I almost crumple the note up, but instead, I slip it into my dresser drawer, stuffing it into the back.
Great. The fact that I have a kid did scare him off. But he had to have sex first—mind-blowing, incredible sex.
I should feel used, but I got what I wanted, too—a night I’m never going to forget.