Til Death Do Us Part (Kornilov Bratva Duet #2) - Nicole Fox Page 0,62
this, because I do. More than anything. In fact, I’m tempted to demand we start every day like this. If he is going to live with me, it only makes sense. It will save both water and time.
Viktor slides his fingers from me and grabs my face with his other hand, tilting my chin up so I’m looking into his eyes. Then, he brings his two fingers to his lips and slips them into his mouth, tasting me.
I’m not sure why, but that pushes me over the edge. Tears begin to slip down my cheeks, and I hope maybe he’ll think it is just the water from the shower, but Viktor is more observant than that. He grabs my face with both of his hands and begins kissing my face, licking the salty tears away.
“Please,” I say softly. It is the only word I can manage, but Viktor knows what I need.
He hooks his hands under my thighs and lifts, and I curve my legs around his waist, hooking my ankles behind his back. Then, he maneuvers my hips, positions himself at my opening, and pushes me onto him like I was built for this very thing. Like our bodies were made for this.
I gasp when he slides into me to the very hilt and grip his body with my legs as hard as I can, desperate to keep him there. I roll my hips against him, and Viktor stumbles forward and presses my back against the tile. It is cold, but I don’t care. The heat between our bodies is more than enough to sustain me and keep us both warm.
“You feel so good,” he groans, his lips pressed against my neck. I arch my entire body into him, giving myself to him in every way I can. Giving myself to this moment and this sensation and this goodness.
Because there is goodness within him. He is a good man who has done bad things, but who hasn’t?
Viktor slides out of me and thrusts back in, and my ability to think about anything other than him dissipates. Soon, we are hands and lips and bodies crashing against one another, aching to be filled by the other in ways both physical and not, and we don’t slow until we are both trembling.
My body clenches around him, and Viktor thrusts and holds, releasing everything into me.
He lowers me gently back to the ground and then grabs the soap from the shelf above my head and smooths it down my body.
He washes me with gentle touches, and then I return the favor, soaping him up and rinsing him off, all the while admiring the exquisite shape of his body. The perfect lines and edges and shades of him.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, not realizing I’ve said it out loud until Viktor chuckles.
He grabs my chin and presses a kiss to my mouth. “You’re perfect.”
It might be my post-orgasmic bliss, but the towels feel fluffier, and the air smells sweeter. I definitely have rose-colored glasses on with no intention of taking them off anytime soon.
Then, my phone on the counter vibrates, and I check it to see it is Niamh.
“Oh.” I’m embarrassed to admit I nearly forgot about the dinner, despite that being the reason we were both getting ready. I show Viktor who it is and then answer. “Hello?”
“Thank God,” she says with a relieved sigh. “Seamus just heard about the attack. Are you all okay?”
Viktor can hear her through the phone, and he frowns and then nods his head at me.
“Fine,” I say, following his lead. “We are all okay.”
“Good, good,” she repeats. “Are you all still up for dinner tonight? We obviously understand if you aren’t.”
Viktor nods again, and I assure Niamh we’re excited, even though Viktor had all but wiped the event from my memory with his shower sex. “We are looking forward to it.”
When I hang up with Niamh, I turn to Viktor. “Why are we still doing dinner? Don’t we need to be figuring out how Fedor knew where we were and how to attack us? What if he tries it again?”
“We do need to figure all of that out, but we also need to keep up appearances,” he says. “Our alliance with Seamus is new, and I don’t want him to think I can be so easily shaken. I need him to know I am strong and resilient.”
“You are,” I assure him. Viktor is all of those things. I only hope I am, too. Right now, I feel