Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 125368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
My ankles locked around his legs, forcing us together. I never wanted to let go.
“I am sorry.” Another broken whisper from me. “I am so sorry.”
He wouldn’t say a word. His grunts and groans were my only answers.
The room was now saturated with our scent, the smell of sex—fucking and love-making.
I couldn’t take my eyes off his face, while his gaze stayed glued to me. Our lips met, like a violent storm. Hard. Bruising. Wild.
A kiss filled with torment.
A kiss of devotion.
A kiss…asking for salvation.
A broken kiss, begging for renewed hope.
How could be a kiss be so beautiful yet so brutal?
So exquisite—almost heavenly, yet so agonizing?
I didn’t know where he ended and I started. We became one, as our souls and bodies collided together. I wore his love and his anger like a warm cloak.
Lips to lips. Kisses after kisses, he thrust inside me, stealing pieces of me I have kept hidden for so long, pieces I never knew existed.
Through each touch, I became more convinced this love story had been written in the stars hundreds of years ago, while it waited for the right moment to happen.
Eyes locked in a deep gaze, I held Viktor in my embrace.
His dark eyes glazed over and his body shuddered on top of me. He pushed a hand between us, where we were connected. His finger slid over my nub, teasing me. Viktor rubbed my clit as he drove inside with each untamed thrust.
It was all consuming and raw. He was making love to me while fucking a part of himself into me. Lust and pain. Rage and passion. A storm of emotions, drowning us under the crashing waters. It was truly a never ending cycle of madness—delicate in ways that would make insanity look sane.
Pleasure coursed through my body, starting at the pit of my stomach. My pussy clenched around his hardness, and I felt him pulse. We moved in sync, our bodies finding each other in a maddening rhythm of war and tenderness. One more thrust, so hard I thought I’d never forget the feel of him. Viktor Ivanshov was deeply ingrained inside me.
I found my release first, my body arching off the bed, my head thrown back. His cock pinned me underneath him as I trembled with the aftermath of finding my release. “Valerie.” His voice was a guttural whisper. Viktor buried his face in my neck. His lips touched my vein, where my heart seemed to beat right through.
I clamped around him, but he dragged his length outside of me and then plunged inside one last time.
We moaned together as he found his own release too, rooted deep inside.
Rippling waves of pleasure seemed to rock through his body, and I felt them too. I shook with each breath, my body now feeling quite satisfied and weak.
It seemed as if this moment lasted forever, yet it was over too quick.
My hands caressed his back, his muscles tightening under my touch. “I love you,” I told him again. “I love you, Viktor.”
He made a sound at the back of his throat. It sounded pained. “And I am so sorry. For punishing you. For punishing us.”
When he wouldn’t say anything, I resolved to begging. “Say something.”
“Valerie…” he started but then broke off. Viktor cleared his throat before finally speaking. “I have just spent two weeks, thinking and living with the thought that you were going to leave me and walk away.”
Was this what heartbreak felt like?
Because it felt as if my heart had just been torn out of my chest.
“I thought…it was the end of us. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t reach you. You were somewhere else, so far away. I could only love you from afar, and that was the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever done in my life.”
Viktor lifted his head up, and I choked back a sob now. His expression looked downright tortured. I caressed his face, trying to erase all the pain I have caused him. “I am never leaving you and never letting go.”
“Do you mean that?” His voice was ragged.
“I vowed.”
Viktor’s eyes shuttered closed, and he exhaled a shuddering breath before sinking into me. His heavy weight settled over my body. It was uncomfortable at first, my chest caving in, and I couldn’t quite breathe properly. But I only wrapped my arms around him.
He was still buried deep inside of me. I was sore now, still pulsing from the aftermath, but I couldn’t bring myself to complain. I missed this intimacy. The moment after—just holding each other, inhaling his scent and feeling his breath feathering over my skin.
Viktor nuzzled my breasts before laying his head on my chest. “Don’t let go,” he murmured, almost sleepily now. “Don’t ever fucking let go.”
Never, I vowed.
He quickly fell asleep, his breathing evened out, and his body grew heavier on top of me. I peeked down into his face and saw the relaxed expression on his face.