Page 115 of Smoke and Shadows

“I love you, Marissa. Be my wife?” His voice was husky. His words simple. Sincere.

And so was her answer.

“Yes.”

“Thank fuck.”

“Hey—” But she shut up when he slipped the ring on her finger and she could only stare at the sparkling rock in bewilderment. Then his hands were in her hair, tangling, pulling and tilting her face up to receive his devouring lips. Marissa didn’t know how she ended up sitting on the kitchen counter with her track pants gone—thank God she took a shower after her run—her legs thrown over Viktor’s back and his blond head between her thighs. He teased her clit through her cotton panties. Cotton! He had to propose to her when she was wearing her ugliest underwear. But her mind blanked, moist heat pulsed at her core when he used the friction of her panties to drive her mad. Oh, God, what was he doing? He skirted his tongue around the crotch and drew her nether lips into his mouth. He grunted against her, gripping her thighs securely as he suckled on her little bundle of nerves that were swelling with arousal.

“Viktor…ahh—”

He responded by burrowing his mouth further and inserting his finger to join his tongue. Her hips bucked into his face, her toes curling as her orgasm ripped through her. The spasms were unending as she began to come. She moaned for him to stop, but her limbs belied her words as her hands dug at his hair. Her legs gripped his head while his mouth continued to suck at her pussy lips.

Viktor once said to judge his actions and not his words.And what he didn’t say, he certainly showed her as he worshipped her, devoured her, and loved her.

“Mine,”Viktor growled. He threaded her panties from her legs and pulled his shorts down releasing his pulsing cock. He pushed her legs straight up, leaning on his shoulders, so she was bent in an L. And he slammed inside her. Viktor closed his eyes when her silky warm as fuck walls grabbed his cock.Fucking heaven.

He gripped her legs as he thrust and thrust inside her, losing all control and rutting into her like a feral animal. His hips pounded her ass. The counter was slippery, but he held on to her tightly and the penetration went deep. He dragged her up to him, shifting her legs so they went around his torso. He stepped away from the kitchen counter, until her weight was supported by his hands under her ass, and then squaring his legs, he proceeded to bounce her on his cock.

“Viktor!” Marissa screamed. Her head fell back when an orgasm shot through her. She dug her nails into his shoulders as he continued fucking her like a piston, alternately curling and flexing his hips at a pounding rhythm. This position was excitingly erotic, but Viktor still wanted more.

“Kiss me!” Viktor grunted. Marissa gripped him tighter and pulled up to kiss him, and with their lips joined and his cock still inside her, he walked to the bed.

He planted one knee on the mattress and lowered her. His dick was protesting the loss of her moist heat, but he needed to let her go to divest them of their clothes quickly.

Now they were both naked.

His eyes tracked down Marissa’s womanly curves. Her nipples were taut peaks, her breasts rising and falling with each breath she took. The dip in her waist, flaring out to herhips, her lithe, silken thighs and what was between them—perfect.

He nudged her up the bed. “Hold on to the slats.”

His woman whimpered in anticipation. God, he needed another taste of her, but his dick was as hard as an iron rod and was aching to be buried in her.

Viktor yanked her legs apart and pushed her knees toward her shoulders, spreading her wide before him. He pushed inside her slowly, her inner muscles clamped down on him, and he gritted his teeth as he fought the pleasure that was sucking him in. He stared down at her. “Ready to be fucked, kitten?”

Marissa returned his gaze. She was biting her lower lip with her arms stretched above her, gripping the slats obediently. She whispered, “Please . . . take me.”

And in soul-claiming possession, he began to thrust. Sliding in and out of her, he watched her eyes grow heavy-lidded in ecstasy. He took her.

Their gruntsand moans mingled with the natural sounds of the fauna inherent in an evening in mid-May. Viktor had Marissa up against a concrete wall of her parents’ perfectly manicured garden at the back of the mansion. It was their engagement party, a formal affair of black tie and evening dresses. Viktor hated being the center of attention. It just went against his lifetime of working in the shadows, but he bore it because he loved this woman. This woman who was currently being plowed into the wall by his dick.

He had all intentions of reining in his debauchery tonight. But something about sliding that gown up Marissa’s shapely legs, unzipping his trousers, and fucking her with his clothes still on, and doing it outdoors under the cloak of a springevening when mating calls were at their peak seemed . . . appropriate.

And this was a submission fuck. His woman was being stubborn again.

“Do I make myself clear?” he growled against her lips, pounding against her hips, his cock sliding hard and wet inside her.

“Too much work!” Marissa gasped.

“You change your name, Iz. I don’t care if you keep it for work,” he muttered. “But everywhere else, you take mine. Mrs.—Marissa—Baran.” He punctuated her name with three hard, decisive, thrusts.

Marissa moaned into his mouth. “Oh, God, I’m coming, don’t stop—”

“Promise.” He stilled his hips.

She glared at him. He could feel her pussy on the verge of spasming, contracting, and it was killing him to stop. But he was taking pleasure in dominating her, perverse as that might sound.

“Yes.”

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