Page 27 of Smoke and Shadows

He didn’t say anything, just nuzzled her ear, his breathing heavy. One hand cupped a breast, fingers rubbing her nipple through her robe, the abrasive sensation sending a frisson of lust straight between her legs. His other hand slipped under her robe, lightly stroking the skin of her hip, fingers teasingly close to where she craved him. His mouth opened further, his hot breath trailing her jaw, his teeth grazing her lightly.

“Can’t wait to be inside you, Iz,” he murmured. “I need to fuck you.”

He pushed back from her and pulled off his shirt, revealing lightly bronzed skin, well-defined pectorals, and a six-almost-eight-pack abdomen that would make men half his age envious. If anyone aged well, Viktor did. Marissa continued to watch him strip. Next went his cargo pants—he went commando tonight—and he was already sporting a half-mast erection.Oh my.

“Like what you see?” Viktor drawled when she couldn’t take her eyes off him.

“You know I do,” Marissa murmured and went back to her nighttime ritual.

He chuckled as he sauntered to the shower. “Don’t bother putting on any clothes or underwear.”

She didn’t know why those words sent her pussy twitching, but they did, and she was so tempted to run her fingers through the lips of her sex.

The shower turned on and her gaze shifted to the beautiful sculpture of a man. The water slicked his body to unbearable sensuality, making that magnificent cock so achingly delicious. She licked her lips, remembering how he tasted in her mouth. She found herself struggling to breathe, the tension and anticipation suddenly too much.

She dropped her toiletries, grabbed the blow-dryer, and headed to the bedroom—or rather the section where the bed was. The light had been dimmed, and Viktor, apparently, had set the stage for seduction. Five minutes later, Marissa was still drying her hair when Viktor stalked out of the bathroom like a pillaging Viking marauder. He was naked.

He pulled the hairdryer from her hand, switched it off, and tossed it.

“Viktor—”

“Quiet.”

He hauled her up and swung her into his arms, carrying her in a bride’s hold. But romance was far from Viktor’s mind when he dropped her on her ass on a wide armchair.

“This will be rough and quick,” he rasped and his head descended even as he was shoving her legs apart, which she instinctively hooked on either side of the chair. His hot mouth sucked on the swollen lips of her core, his tongue swirling on her clit, sending shockwaves of unimaginable pleasure through her body.

“God!” she moaned, and he sucked harder in response. “Viktor!”

He looked up from her pussy momentarily. “You got that right.” And he resumed licking the gush of moisture that surged from her body. Her body writhed; her legs dangled helplessly as he kept her open and exposed to his greedy mouth, drawing every shudder, every pulse, and every gasp from her.

“Stop, oh, ah, stop!” she begged. Almost immediately, she was dragged from the chair and backed up against a wall. His eyes went ink, the limited lighting hiding his expression, but the urgency of his actions—tearing the robe from her body—revealed the thin thread of his control.

“You taste incredible. You always did.” There was a guttural tenor to his voice. He cupped her face between his hands and drew her close for a kiss, keeping their naked bodies just a wisp of distance away. He was surprisingly gentle, and Marissa whimpered, wanting to feel his hardness against her. She tried to lean in closer, but he moved slightly away.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” He continued to tease her, alternating between deep plunging kisses and light feathery ones.

Finally, he raised his head and said, “Look at the mirror behind us. I want you to see who’s fucking you.”

Her eyes gazed over his shoulder. She was mostly hidden. Viktor’s towering six-four frame shielded her with his massive tattooed back, his perfectly sculpted ass, and his powerful thighs that promised unmatched stamina.

He lifted her easily against the wall, moving closer, and positioning her legs around him. Marissa watched her limbs wrap over his body, such a sensual sight. She watched that ass tighten and flex forward at the same time as she felt his cock pushing inside her. The penetration titillated her nerve endings to an erotic degree.

“Are you watching, Iz?” he muttered against her neck, ashe withdrew and plunged back inside her, stroking her slick channel with his hardness. “Are you watching me fuck you?” He punctuated this with a hard thrust that sent her to the brink, but not quite.

“Please—”

“Please what?” Viktor increased the pace of his thrusts, the force of his pumping slamming her into the wall and causing her breasts to bounce. Viktor’s face was raw passion and his eyes were smoldering with animalistic possession.

“Watch, Marissa,” he commanded and her eyes lifted back to the mirror. The sight of his ass clenching as he pounded her hips, her legs hanging loosely, her body held up by his arms and his cock, was enough to send her over the edge. “That’s it! Fuck—”

“Viktor!” Marissa cried as she came so hard she could have sworn she saw stars. He continued to grunt in counterpoint to his thrusts, his breathing growing erratic as he chased his release. Suddenly, he gave a short guttural shout, slamming inside her hard, burying his face into the curve of her neck as he spilled his cum into her.

Marissa floated in a sexual haze of post-coital bliss. She smiled at the reflection of their entwined bodies. Her arms were around his neck, her hands stroking his back. One of her legs was cocked on his side, her other leg straight, and her foot was touching the floor from when he had lowered her. And she was thinking this was the best she’d ever had.

Marissa wokeand thought she was still dreaming. She wasn’t, but Viktor was. He was mumbling in his sleep, clearly agitated.

“Nadia—” he muttered.

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