Chapter 43
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
SOPHIE
Viktor stood from his place on the armchair when I got out of the bathroom.
“Here.” He gestured to the stack of bandages that lay on the table. “Sit there, I’ll put them on.”
“I can do it myself.” I tried to argue, but when he didn’t move, I sat on the sofa.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he said quietly, while kneeling down near me.
The air burned my lungs when his fingers touched my foot, before putting on the bandage. Then left all at once when I felt his soft lips on my ankle.
“V-Viktor,” I nearly moaned as he put several small kisses around the place where the bandage was now.
The edges of his lips curled when he moved to the other foot. And maybe it was the softness of his face, or a curl sticking out in the wrong place, but it made my nipples tingle, and fire rose between my legs.
I squeezed my thighs together before managing to confess, “I’m still angry at you.”
He froze for a moment before tilting his head up, meeting my eyes.
“I—” he murmured.
I slid my fingers into his curls, trying to sound offended. “About what happened on our first night here.”
He narrowed his eyes, probably confused by the playfulness of my tone.
“I was so… so…” I pressed my lips together, closing my eyes. “Close… And I can’t shake the feeling of… like I’m on fire. You could at least have let me get a release before telling me everything.” I couldn’t sit still, shifting slightly.
“Would you… have forgiven me if I’d let everything go further?” His voice sank to a low murmur.
I licked my lips, unsure of the answer. He probably was right. But that didn’t change the fact I wanted him so badly. “What about now?”
“Now?” His voice shivered.
“We have…” I checked the clock. “Around an hour till dinner.”
I brushed a curl behind his ear, making him close his eyes once again as he leaned his face into my palm. Another kiss on my fingers, before he returned his attention to my foot, checking the bandage he’d applied earlier.
The next second his lips traveled up from my ankle, along my calf, to my thighs, making me shiver with each kiss.
“Vi-ik…” I leaned back, unable to keep my moan when he pulled up my dress and reached my underwear.
His nose brushed through my center over the fabric, before he slid it down and brushed this time with his tongue.
I couldn’t help but moan his name again and lean back against the sofa, while he moved his tongue over my clit. His fingers gripping my thighs, making each move feel like a burn.
“Viktor…” I nearly shattered when he slid a finger inside me, trying not to pull his hair too hard. But the way his tongue moved, making my insides tremble, it was hard to control myself.
“I want you, fully,” I said, trying to stop him the moment I felt the edge.
He stopped, pulling away, his eyes unfocused. And when he saw my finger pointing at the bed, he didn’t waste time moving us there.
The moment we fell on the sheets I slid under his arm, tangling my legs between his. He shifted slightly, kissing my temple, and I glided the tip of my nose along his neck.
Even through his pants, his erection was hard against my upper thigh. And I couldn’t resist the urge to slip one of my hands under his shirt, enjoying the warmth of his skin.
“Sophie…” His voice was husky as he looked at me through half-open eyes, then shifted his arm under my neck.
“Yes.” I pressed myself closer while my lips moved to his, tasting myself on them.
And when my tongue went further, he flipped up, pressed me against the mattress, his body fully covering mine.
“Can you repeat it?” I mumbled.
“Hm?”
“That you love me.”
I felt his smile against my lips. “I love you,” he said, again and again. “I love you.” Until a small giggle left my mouth.
Another kiss, before his lips traced down my chin while his hips pressed against mine.
I moved up, feeling the friction his erection created.
“Are you sure—”
“Dare to complete that sentence, and I’ll start considering Nessa’s methods much more seriously,” I said, reaching for the button of his pants.
The raspy laugh that left his mouth made my heart tremble. But the next second, his fingers were moving on my skin.
“Are we in a hurry?” He smiled, kissing my chin, when I got to his zip.
“No? But I need to feel you.” Skin to skin. “Help me.” I gestured to my dress that was still on me.
It took seconds for us to be fully naked, and the moment he covered me with his body, his bare chest against mine, my body shivered with pleasure. And the warmth of his legs against mine was intoxicating. I shivered again when my legs locked behind his back, and his erection brushed over my center.
His lips found mine as I dug my fingers into his hair, messing it up. My breath was uneven, and I wasn’t sure I could steady it anyway. Not when every inch of his skin on mine made those places burn.
“Viik,” I moaned his name once again, moving so his erection would rub against my clit. I moved again, only this time his tip touched my entrance, barely pressing inside. Viktor trembled under my fingers, letting out a deep exhale.
He froze, trying to move back, but I clung to him, moving my hips. “Please…” I didn’t recognize my voice.
I didn’t have time to analyze what I was asking when his hands gripped my hips before he pushed forward and slid into me. My eyes rolled back as I felt impossibly full, sensing every pulse of my inner walls around him.
But Viktor stopped, and when I looked at him, his gaze was focused on my face.
His warm brown eyes… And… the fullness inside me.
Warm brown eyes… And… fullness inside me.
Brown and fullness.
Not mocking gray, but brown. Warm.
Mine!
I blinked, feeling wetness at the corners of my eyes. I hadn’t realized it was haunting me this much. I thought… I thought…
“Sophie.” Viktor’s voice was full of concern.
And the moment I felt him start to pull back, I hurried to shake my head and whisper, “Closer.”
As I fixed my eyes on his, one of my hands slid to the back of his head, the other to his cheek. “Move.”
Brown and fullness.
I felt the rumble of his chest as he thrust, but I didn’t move my gaze. “Your eyes… Don’t close!” I said when his eyelids lowered.
A hint of a smile appeared on his face before he thrust again, and the heat inside me intensified. I moved my hips, trying to make his erection stroke the right spot, and it burned fiercer with each slide. I couldn’t keep the moan in my throat—it escaped alongside my ragged breath.
“You,” Viktor hissed without breaking our eye contact, “hold me in a bit too high regard… if you think,” he angled slightly, “I can manage to—” I moaned as he kissed my palm, “—last much longer.”
Brown and fullness.
I smiled, lifting my face, trying to reach his lips. It was hard to keep my eyes open. But I needed to look into his while every inch of skin, on and in, brushed against mine.
He did several stronger thrusts while grabbing my hand and holding it in his palm, and with each I felt the release getting closer.
“I—” He brushed his nose against mine. “Really don’t think I can hold on much longer.”
Brown and fullness.
And in that moment, his thrust hit so perfectly, my walls started to tighten. “P-please…” Don’t stop. Clenching my pelvic muscles, I waited for another thrust, and when he did, my vision blurred.
“Sophie…” he groaned.
And I could feel every shift of his erection, that made everything inside me explode even further. He didn’t stop moving, even when his release filled me, making me cry out at the peak of my pleasure.
My ears felt pressurized, sound draining away until there was only my heartbeat.
When he finally stopped moving, it took us much longer to come to our senses.
But despite the stillness, the sensation of Viktor inside me was incredible.
His lips and nose were buried in my neck, and when he finally pulled back, lifting his head and looking into my eyes, I felt my cheeks burn for the first time in a long time.
He rolled onto his side, and I followed him, burying my face in his chest. A bit sticky, but not as much as the insides of my thighs that I pressed together. The absence of him there ached.
His chest was rising and falling rapidly. The same as mine. And I licked my lips—dry. Like my throat.
I swallowed, unwilling to leave his side for water.
When I looked up, Viktor’s eyes were closed.
“I came inside you.” He sounded sorry.
“And?”
“You don’t mind?”
“Why would I?”
“We didn’t discuss that part yet…”
I chuckled. “I love how considerate you are. But everything is good only in moderation… So, breathe? If I minded, I’d tell you.” Brushing my nose against his neck, I continued. “Besides, I had a condom in my bag.”
“You had?” He finally looked at me. His eyes widened.
“Well, Anne gave one to me.”
“Oh…”
“What?”
“Nothing.” He shook his head, laughing.
“What?” I pushed at him playfully.
“I didn’t bring any. Couldn’t even if I wanted to. Don’t have any at home,” he said. “And here you are, fully prepared.”
“Is that bad?”
“No. No. It’s adorable.” His voice softened. “I’ve never felt this…”
“Loved?” I suggested.
He smiled, shifting us so we were at the same level. But he didn’t answer, only continued looking into my eyes.
I cleared my throat. “So, about kids. Do you want them?”
He nodded. “Having my own family… It was all I ever dreamed of.” His voice cracked on the last word.
My heart squeezed. I’d assumed he would want one—more as an heir. But now, with all I knew about him… He’d never had a family. Never. Being an outcast in his own home, then losing them all once things started getting better.
Yes, he still had the Korolyovs, but they lived in another country, and as much as they were close, it probably wasn’t the same.
“You already have one, don’t you?”
He exhaled before pressing his forehead to mine. “And I will cherish it till my last breath.”
“That better be far, far in the future, when we’re too old. After we’ve had many kids and grandkids. And most importantly—on the same day, in the same bed, in our sleep.”
“Good.” A chuckle left his mouth. “I like the plan.”
“I hope to see you soon again.” Nessa came closer, giving me a hug, while Viktor was busy with goodbyes with his aunt.
It was remarkably calm, even for a morning. But I wasn’t complaining.
“Well, with the Atlas expansion here, I think we will.” I tilted my head, putting a small kiss on her cheek.
She smiled, moving to Viktor, while Yann got to me.
“It was nice to finally get to know you.” He opened his arms in a way that I could either hug him or shake his hand.
“I didn’t manage to say it earlier, but thank you.” I gave him a brief hug. And when I stepped back, his smile reminded me of Rafa’s.
“Well, family is there to help each other, besides, Atlas’s expansion will help me as well.”
“No. Not for Atlas.”
Confusion crossed his face.
“For what you did six years ago,” I said quietly.
His expression softened as he let out a small chuckle. “Well, if you want to thank me…” he got closer, so only I could hear him, “take good care of that rascal. He also suffered a lot.”
“I will,” I assured, trying to ignore the tightness in my throat.
Viktor indeed did suffer. And I was going to make sure he wouldn’t anymore.