the hilt. Her moans mix with mine, and the two of us groan loudly as I fill her entirely. Victoria wraps her arms around my shoulders and holds me close.
“Yes,” she whispers, burying her face against my neck. “Fuck me, please. Please.”
Her desperation for me is the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced, and my hips come to life, rising and falling of their own volition. I bury myself inside of her again and again, seeking out her warmth, driven solely by the ache deep in my gut.
“That’s it,” I grunt in her ear, thrusting harder, our bodies connecting audibly. She’s wet for me, making it all the easier to slide in and out.
It doesn’t take long for me to lose myself in this moment, every nerve inside of me on fire as I fuck Victoria with all my pent-up energy. She takes me in stride, squeezing my shoulders every now and then to let me know when to lighten up. Wanting to see more of her, I roll onto my back and balance her in my lap.
Victoria places her hands on my chest, dragging nails along taut skin, and rides me, a wry grin spread across her face. She cups one breast and circles her nipple before pinching it, letting out a long moan. To keep her steady, I hold onto her hips, but God if I don’t want to put my hands on every last part of this woman.
“I’m getting close,” she groans, switching from bouncing to simply grinding against me, forward and back. She drops her other hand down between her legs, roughly rubbing herself as she rides me.
“You ready to come again?”
“God, yes,” she cries.
I tighten my grip on his hips and begin thrusting upward, burying myself over and over again.
The feeling of her walls contracting around me as she comes for a second time is what pushes me over the edge.
I pull her down against me, chest to chest, and pump her full of me. Victoria stifles her cries of pleasure against my lips.
Breathless and slick with perspiration, I hold Victoria against my body, smiling as she languidly kisses me. We lie still like this for quite some time, soaking each other’s pleasure up. If I could spend the rest of my life in this moment with her, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.
Victoria brushes her hair from her shoulder and says, “I really did miss you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I wanted you to be here so badly that sometimes it hurt.”
I smile and drag my thumb over her bottom lip, watching as she pecks a kiss against it. “I’m free now, for good. And you’ll never have to be alone again.”
Neither of us can move from this position—not that I’m complaining. Long days without her touch has made me into an addict, willing to do anything for just another hit of this woman.
Then Nikolas crosses my mind.
“Shit, what time is it?” I ask, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. Nearly four o’clock, which means Nikolas should be getting home soon. I reluctantly pull myself out of bed and grab a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt from the closet. When I return, Victoria already has her clothes on again.
“He’s gonna be so excited to see you,” she says, pushing up on her toes for one last kiss before we head downstairs.
Our timing is perfect, because as soon as we step from the last stair, Miron twists the lock to the front door and Nikolas comes running in. His eyes are wide, and he exclaims, “Uncle Matvei!”
I bend down and scoop him up, spinning him around and settling him down on my side. “Hey, kiddo. Did you miss me?”
“Heck yeah!” he says with the biggest grin on his face.
“Niko, what did I tell you about saying ‘heck’?” Victoria warns.
“It’s a naughty word,” he murmurs, eyes downcast. I can’t help but laugh at the thought of him going around using it so much that Victoria had to tell him to tone it down.
With a smirk, I whisper, “You should start saying ‘hell yeah’ instead.”
“Matvei, I swear to God …” Victoria groans.
“Hell yeah!” Niko says proudly. The two of us burst out laughing as Victoria swats my shoulder and walks off, grumbling to herself.
“I thought you’d be gone forever,” Nikolas says when I set him back down on the floor.
The sadness in his voice is the same as when he’d wake up crying for his mother and father to come back. It guts me to know that he expected me