Til Death Do Us Part (Kornilov Bratva Duet #2) - Nicole Fox Page 0,33

my hands down the hard plane of his stomach and unbutton his pants, and Viktor stops kissing me to glance down and watch me peel his pants down to the tops of his strong thighs.

I cup the bulge in his boxers and rub the heel of my palm down his ready length. Viktor tips his head back and groans. When he looks down at me again, his eyes are dark and wild, and I can barely draw in a breath before his mouth is on mine again. His tongue swirls into my mouth, drawing mine out for a dance, and his hips roll against my hand.

“Hannah is waiting for me,” I say, hating the part of me that is being practical. I don’t want to think about anyone or anything beyond this room. Not right now. Not while his body is pressed against mine.

“Fuck Hannah,” Viktor repeats, though this time his voice is a gravelly whisper.

I slide my hand inside his boxers, and he tenses as my fingers wrap around him. “I’d prefer if you fucked me, instead.”

Viktor’s mouth tips up in a wicked smile. “Gladly.”

His mouth curls around my jawline and down my throat as I stroke him. He licks my collarbone and rolls his palm over my breasts while I smooth my thumb over his tip.

“Quieter,” he says in my ear, his teeth nipping at the lobe. I realize all at once I was moaning, and I bite my bottom lip. Viktor pulls back to look at me, and groans.

“Quiet,” I tease while teasing my hand down the length of him at the same time.

“It’s hard when you look that good biting your lip,” he admits, the words almost lost in the huskiness of his voice.

His fingers dig into my hip, and then he pulls me down off the desk and puts my feet on the floor. I reluctantly relinquish my hold on him and am immediately rewarded by Viktor dropping to his knees and unzipping my jeans.

He pushes them down and then walks his fingers up the outsides of my thighs when he returns to my panties. My knees feel weak. I have to grip the edge of the table to keep from falling over. The feeling is only compounded when he lets my panties drop to the floor and presses my knees apart.

His lips are soft on my calves, the backs of my knees, and the untouched skin of my thighs. My entire body is shaking by the time I feel his breath on my center, and I can’t stand the wait anymore. I curl my fingers in his hair just as he buries his face in me.

A stifled scream forces its way out, and I lean back against the table to keep from falling. Viktor sucks and probes and nips as though he knows better than I do what I need, what feels good. No, not good. Incredible.

My vision is stars and fireworks, and my stomach is a puddle of heat.

Viktor grips my thighs and presses his tongue into me, and I think I’ve never been tasted so expertly before. Then, he circles his thumb over my center, and I’m gone.

I clap my own hand over my mouth to keep from shouting as shakes and tremors roll down my arms and legs, radiating outward from my epicenter.

I’m still shaking when Viktor stands up and peels my hand from my mouth. His lips are gentle against mine—much gentler than they just were down south—and I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he lifts me back onto the desk.

My body is aching for his even as my mind is a mass of confusion. Especially after my first orgasm, I wonder how we’ve found ourselves here. How this has happened again. I’m angry with him, but the need inside of me feels like a sinkhole, yawning open and taking all of my rational thoughts with me. I’m so ready for him that it only takes one thrust for him to be deep inside of me.

We both moan with the connection, and I find myself staring into his blue eyes. They are lidded, pupils blown wide, but I feel safer with this wild version of Viktor than anywhere else in the world.

How is that possible? His life is violence and crime and constantly checking over your shoulder. The lifestyle of Viktor’s family is why I’m in this mess to begin with. And yet, I want to roll into a ball and curl