Wicked Destiny - By Tiffany Stevens Page 0,43
pictures rested inside. It was a picture of me hugging my Aunt Dru after church one Sunday and Shay held me from behind as we smiled for the camera. It was the last picture my aunt kept and Declan had taken the picture. On the other side of the frame was a picture of Declan and I sitting in the pasture and laughing. It was taken by my aunt on the same day as the other—the day my aunt checked her animals for the last time. It soon became hard to breathe. I was so caught up in the moment I didn’t hear Viktor come in. He stood beside me, glancing over my shoulder.
“Is everything OK?” he asked.
“Yeah, I just haven’t seen these in years.” I kept looking at the pictures, afraid he would see right through me.
“Your aunt was a very beautiful woman. I can tell how much you loved each other.” I knew he was being kind and wouldn’t say anything about the neighboring picture.
“Yes, I do.” Even though she was gone, I’d take my love for her everywhere. “Will it ever get easier, Viktor?”
“Honestly? I don’t know. What I do know is that as long as you will let me, I will be here to help you through it all.” He wrapped his arms around me and I began to feel somewhat safe.
After standing there and taking everything in, I finally let that wall I’d been building up for so many years slowly crumble down. It was something I was going to need in order to get through whatever was in store for me. After that wall came crumbling down, I sat the picture frame on the top shelf of the closet and I turned to face Viktor, tightly wrapping my arms around him. He kissed the top of my head and rubbed my back, and his fingertips grazed the skin on my lower back. The touch was electrifying. I looked up because I was sure he felt it too. As soon as our eyes met, I couldn’t stand it any longer.
Viktor first kissed me tenderly, and then as if he was starving. One hand was wrapped in my hair and the other around my waist, pulling me tighter to him. All I could do was hold on. We moved from the closet to the bed and he pinned me beneath him, still kissing. Giving me a chance to breath, he moved to the nape of my neck. When my shirt got in his way, he ripped it to complete shreds. “You can have mine,” he said. He went back to devouring my skin with his lips and grazing his teeth against my neck, creating goosebumps. I ran my hands through his hair. It was a good thing my bra had a front opening, because some things had been medically enhanced since the last time I lived here and my old ones wouldn’t fit.
And this was it. We were finally going to seal the deal.
It wasn’t long after my bra was unhooked that my pants followed. I guess it worked in his favor that underwear wasn’t part on my attire last night. A low growl sounded from his throat as he realized I laid there completely bare. I sat up to hurry the process for him, because he was still fully dressed. As he kicked his shoes off, I pulled his shirt over his head and unzipped his pants, yanking them down. Oddly enough he wore jockey briefs. I pictured him commando myself. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.
“Is something funny?” he asked as he caressed my cheek.
“Nope, just perfect.”
He bent down and kissed me ever so gently as he shimmied out of his jockeys. There was no need for any foreplay, because we were both so close to the edge. He took his time exploring every inch of me and it made my whole world spin. When his lips found mine again, it was pure bliss. In that moment of intimacy, nothing else mattered. He even made me forget about Declan.
Once we exhausted ourselves, we laid there entangled in each other and Viktor had fallen asleep as I played with his hair. I closed my eyes and smiled. For that one moment I felt freer than I ever had. I pulled the cover up and snuggled closer to Viktor. He turned over on his back and I put my head on his chest, covering us both up. I laid there for a while, hoping to