she suggested.
I didn’t want to do what she told me. I didn’t want her to coddle me. But I sagged back to the mattress, suddenly exhausted. I lay on my side, my back to her. I didn’t want her to look at me. I didn’t want her to see the face of a monster.
Slowly, Angela caressed my back, running her hand in circles. It was soothing, comforting. Almost hypnotizing, and I felt the claws of the dream let go. Never had I felt calm so soon after a nightmare. Sometimes, I wouldn’t sleep for two days, the taste of blood metallic on my tongue, the sound of screaming in my ears whenever I closed my eyes.
But Angela was there to soothe me. I took a deep breath and let it out in a shudder. Angela kept running her hand over my back, and I suddenly craved her touch. More than what she was giving me. I wanted her. All of her.
I rolled over, and just like that we were face to face. My body pressed against hers. I felt her tits against my chest, heaving as her breathing changed. Her skin was scalding hot against mine, burning even through her shirt. I wanted that shirt off and gone. I wanted her naked so I could fuck her.
“Tell me to stop,” I said gruffly.
“What?” she was breathless.
“If you tell me to stop, I will roll back over and go to sleep. But if you don’t…”
I couldn’t finish the sentence. My body ached for her; my cock was rock hard in my boxer shorts. I ground myself against her without meaning to. I just couldn’t help it.
Angela moaned, and fuck if I wasn’t going to topple over the edge just from that. I could come from the sound of her voice.
But I needed her to want it, or I would bite back this lust forever.
The atmosphere in the room was so thick, it was hard to breathe. Heat stretched thin between us, drawing us closer.
“What if I don’t want you to stop?” Angela whispered.
Fuck.
Me.
That was it.
Angela
Oh, God, the way he looked at me would have made my panties melt if I were wearing any. I only wore the pajamas Viktor had bought me on our trip to Snowmass.
He’d had a terrible nightmare. I’d never heard a man scream with so much emotion. He’d scared the crap out of me when he’d grabbed, though he hadn’t hurt me. As powerful as Viktor was, I didn’t think he could ever hurt me. There was just something about the way he looked at me, the way he treated me…
I was still trembling, but the fright he’d given me gave way to lust as heat washed through my body, pooling between my legs. My body burned for his touch, and I arched my back, pushing my breasts against him. His large hands roamed my hips. When he touched me, I felt small and delicate.
“Tell me to stop,” Viktor murmured again. His voice was thick with need.
“What if I don’t want you to stop?” I whispered. The idea hadn’t even crossed my mind. I was so caught up in the power and the lust that surrounded us, dragging me under, I hadn’t thought about anything other than the feel of his body pressed against mine, the thick line of his cock pushing against my thigh.
I didn’t want him to stop. I needed his hands on my skin. I ached for him in a way I’d never ached for anyone before. I’d been with men, but not like this. I’d never been fucked. I was saving myself. For what? I hadn’t known then, but I knew now. Viktor was the man I had been waiting for. He was the one I wanted to give myself to.
Viktor groaned and rolled his hips, pushing himself against me. He inched closer and brushed his lips against mine, a silent question. When I didn’t pull away, he kissed me. Softly at first, slowly, testing, tasting. His tongue slid over my bottom lip and into my mouth, and I moaned as he probed my mouth with his tongue. His hand slid into my hair and he closed it in a fist, tugging lightly, tipping my head up. My neck was exposed, and he kissed me like he meant it. The way he held me, in control, demanding but not hurting, made me squirm. I trembled with need. I was so wet. My body begged for release. I wanted him to touch me, to