Page 57 of Solemn Vow

Her cry echoes in the pool room.

He thinks I’m fierce.

“Give me your eyes,moy sladkiy voin.” His voice vibrates along my skin.

Water drips over his shoulders, over the markings of tattoos and scars. But it’s the drops stuck to his beard that make his usual handsome appearance more rugged. Every time I think the man can’t get hotter, he does.

When I drag my gaze up to his, there’s a fire burning there that sends my entire core into a tsunami of desire.

Keeping his hand fisted in the small patch of curls I never shave away, he pushes me to walk backward in the pool until I’m pressed against the wall.

Once I’m trapped, he lets go, only to capture my face instead. Pushing my head back, he steals a kiss, then another.

“I can’t get enough of you.” He bites the little spot below my earlobe. “I want your pussy.” He dips into the water, grabbing my hips and pulling my body upward until I’m floating. I balance myself against the wall with my arms stretched out.

Looking down the length of my body, I see his wicked grin as he dips down until his shoulders are covered with water, and he spreads my legs, draping them over his shoulders.

“Viktor! Wait.” I have to grapple with the small ledge that runs around the pool to keep my head above water.

“No more waiting.” He covers my pussy with his mouth, and I go limp. Just before I let go of the wall, I come to my senses and keep myself up.

He cups my ass, lifting it a little further out of the water as his tongue presses flat against my clit. Slowly, he begins to move.

Lavishly, he licks my pussy, flicking my clit then licking it with the flat of his tongue. In only moments he has me on the edge of bliss and insanity. The closer I get to my release, the slower he goes, dragging me away from it only to shove me there again with a simple flick of his tongue.

His dark eyes stare up the length of my body, piercing me with his possession.

And I make no mistake about his intent.

The man wants to own me.

He already believes he does.

And the way he plays with my body, I’m starting to believe him.

He inserts two fingers into my pussy, curling and twisting them as he thrusts them in time with the dance of his tongue.

“Viktor!” I bend my legs, pulling him even closer to me and do my best to lift my hips up at him. “Please.”

“Please, what, Marlena? Make you come?” He rubs the roughness of his beard over my clit as he questions me with that sly grin of his. Water splashes over my stomach as my body dips below the surface again and he blows it away.

I urge him by pulling him with my legs.

“All you have to do is ask. Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.” He’s not only talking about an orgasm, I think.

His fingers work inside me, slower now but with more force.

I can’t believe my face is burning with a blush. I’ve never had to say the words before. The few men I’ve been with weren’t overly concerned with my pleasure; it was all on me if I was going to get there. But with Viktor it’s different. He’s both in control and handing over the reins to me at the same time.

All I have to do is ask.

It’s all within my control.

But he won’t give it until I do.

That’s his heavy-handed grip.

And I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I do in this moment.

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