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“Viktor,” she hissed, her voice breaking on his name.
“Trust me. I want to see you come undone for me,” he murmured between kisses, his voice raw with desire.
With shaking hands, she reached up to play with her nipples. Viktor slapped them away and then pinched the pebbled tips until she arched her back, biting her lower lip. “You do not touch yourself without my permission. If you cannot help yourself, I will tie you up.”
The groan that rumbled up from her reverberated within him, amplifying the maelstrom that swirled inside his core.
“Viktor, I… I can’t…”
“You can. You will,” he commanded, his dedication to her pleasure unwavering.
The world narrowed down to the sensation of his mouth, the mastery of his touch, and the overwhelming certainty that he could and would make her shatter into a million pieces. He watched as her body responded and realized the moment her ability to control her own response had surrendered to her need for release. When her climax hit her, it was as if he was watching a supernova streak across the sky, dazzling and all-consuming. Her body arched off the bed, every muscle tensed as wave after wave of ecstasy ripped through her.
“Viktor,” she cried out, a testament to the wonder he had coaxed from her depths. It was an amazing revelation that left him breathless as she clung to the remnants of earth-shattering bliss.
As the aftershocks of her orgasm subsided, Viktor’s movements became a languid crawl up her body, his skin scorching hers. Her hands found his cock, hard and insistent.
“Please,” she begged prettily. “I’m sorry.”
“You tried. I could see that. I will have to figure out the price you will pay for your failure.”
“Can I touch your cock, please?”
He nodded, and bit back a groan of pure need as she wrapped her fist around him. His own breathing hitched as she began to gently stroke, a rhythmic pull that matched the rapid beating of his heart.
“Viktor,” she murmured, seeming to enjoy the fleeting raw power she had over him as he pressed into her palm.
The corners of his mouth lifted in a half-smile filled with promise before his lips crushed against hers. The kiss was a maelstrom, destroying any thoughts of control or remnants of restraint. There was only the two of them, the heat of their bodies as they became entwined, and the thundering pulse of desire demanding fulfillment.
Covering her with his body, he pressed his length to her entrance. Slowly, but inexorably, he pushed in and pulled back, each surge forward going a little deeper and driving her mad with wanting. A soft sigh escaped her lips as he pushed in until the intimate connection had been completed. It sent ripples of pleasure coursing through them both.
“Viktor…” The word was a sigh, a prayer, as he brought her legs up to wrap around his waist.
Surging in, he began to move within her, her inner walls trembling up and down his length. Each thrust was punctuated by a shared breath, a shared heartbeat. They moved in sync in a dance older than time itself and yet as fresh and new as the flowers that rose up from the snow.
The world outside ceased to exist. Nothing could touch either of them here, not the shadows of past doubts nor the whispers of the pain they had left behind. In her arms, his soul was restored and the invincible warrior became not the controlling Dom, but her protector and supplier of all her pleasure.
That didn’t mean he would let her take or even share control. No, Emerson was a woman who needed and would learn to rely on his strength and the fire within him that would burn the world down for her.
Their rhythm quickened, a crescendo of motion and emotion that spiraled tighter with every thrust. The heat of his body seared hers, an inferno that threatened to consume them both. Emerson clung to Viktor, her fingers digging into the cords of muscle along his back, each movement driving her closer to the edge.
“Viktor,” she gasped, her voice hitching as the pleasure coiled tighter with each thrust. With every stroke, he hit a depth that made her toss her head back and forth.
“Come for me, Emerson,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear as he nipped the lobe. “Only for me.”
Then, as if his words were the key to release the lock, the tension snapped. The explosion of bliss was blinding, all-consuming. Her body shook with the force of it, waves of ecstasy rolling through her like a relentless tide. She cried out, a sound that echoed off the walls, raw and full of wonder.
“God, yes… Emerson,” Viktor groaned, his own release following close on the heels of hers. He thrust deep with a final, brutal stroke before grinding into her, his body shuddering and tensing above her in powerful spasms.
He allowed himself the luxury of collapsing on her and reveling in the softness of her body, his weight a comforting pressure that anchored her to the here and now.
Lying beneath him, she held him close. A profound stillness enveloped the room, their mingled breaths the only sound. Her heartbeat pounded against his chest, a drumbeat that matched his own.
CHAPTER 12
EMERSON
Lying beneath him, she wondered how she could feel so close to a man she had known less than a week? A man who she had stormed in upon to accuse of being in collusion with a man like Toney—but then, the pictures did exist.
