Page 11 of Veil of Shadows

I tilt my chin up, ignoring the way my knees feel weak. “Maybe I’m counting on it.”

A flicker of surprise. Then something shifts behind his eyes, something darker and more dangerous. He leans in, lips brushing so close to mine that I can almost taste him, but he stops just short, his eyes burning into mine.

“Alyssa, you have no idea how close you are to the edge,” he murmurs. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you walk into a death trap alone.”

Before I can reply, he pulls me closer, and suddenly, the tension between us shifts, turning sharp, electric. His gaze drops to my lips, and I feel my heart stutter, my pulse quickening in response.

Without thinking, I close the distance between us, my lips meeting his in a kiss that’s fierce and unrestrained, a collision of want and frustration that neither of us tries to control. His handtangles in my hair, his body pressing mine back against the wall, and I’m lost in the intensity of it, the way his mouth claims mine with a hunger that leaves me breathless.

The kiss deepens, growing hotter, more urgent, and I can feel myself surrendering to it, surrendering to him. His hands slide down my sides, his touch possessive, his grip hard enough to leave marks, and I feel a thrill rush through me at the intensity of it, at the way he doesn’t hold back.

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his breathing ragged, his gaze burning with an intensity that makes my heart race. “Alyssa,” he whispers, voice rough and low, “you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“Show me,” I murmur, voice shaky, raw. “Show me everything.”

He steps closer, his presence filling the room with a weight that’s both thrilling and terrifying. His eyes are dark, intense, drinking me in as if he’s weighing every part of me. There’s something primal in his gaze, a hunger that stirs something deep in my core, a need that goes beyond anything I’ve felt before. I feel myself trembling, a mixture of fear and want, knowing that this man could break me if he wanted to—and yet, I can’t look away.

He reaches out, his hand sliding along my neck, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin there, and a shiver runs through me. The light touch is enough to make my pulse race, my breath catching in my throat as he steps even closer, his body towering over mine, the hard lines of his muscles flexing under his shirt. He’s built for power, every inch of him honed and lethal, a force that could easily consume me.

He moves his hand to my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. “You want this, Alyssa?” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, the question more like a command than a request.

I can barely find my voice, but I nod, my throat too tight to form words. The corners of his mouth lift in a dark smile, and he grips my chin just a bit tighter, holding me in place as his eyes roam over my face, studying me like I’m something he’s about to devour.

“I want to hear you say it,” he says, his voice a low growl. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

A thrill runs through me at his words, but I hesitate, my heart hammering in my chest as his fingers trail up, wrapping around my throat, his grip firm, unyielding. He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

“Say it,” he murmurs, tightening his hold just enough to make me gasp, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

“Yes,” I finally breathe, the words spilling out before I can stop them. “Yes, Viktor, I want you to fuck me. Hard.”

A wicked grin crosses his face, his eyes flashing with satisfaction. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over my pulse, feeling the rapid beat beneath his fingers. “Now, don’t hold back. I want to hear every sound you make.”

Without another word, he pulls me against him, his mouth crashing into mine with a hunger that leaves me breathless. His hands roam over my body, rough and possessive, exploring every inch as if he’s claiming me, marking me as his. I feel his fingers slip under my shirt, tugging it up over my head, and I raise my arms, letting him strip me bare. His gaze travels overmy skin, dark with desire, and I shiver under the intensity of it, feeling exposed and alive in a way I never have before.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice rough, his eyes drinking me in. “Every inch of you.”

I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but I don’t look away, meeting his gaze with a boldness I didn’t know I had. His hands slide down to my waist, and he pulls me closer, his body pressing against mine, the hard, insistent press of his cock sending a rush of anticipation through me.

He trails his hand down my thigh, his fingers brushing along my skin in a way that makes my body ache for more. Slowly, deliberately, he slides his hand between my legs, his fingers tracing over the fabric of my panties, pressing just enough to make me moan, my hips arching into his touch.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice a dark promise. “Tell me, Alyssa—do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?”

I shake my head, breathless, unable to speak as his fingers continue to tease me, sliding over my clit with a pressure that’s just enough to drive me wild but not enough to satisfy the need building inside me.

“Oh, I think you’ll learn soon enough,” he says, a dangerous edge to his voice as he slips his fingers under the waistband of my panties, tugging them down. He sinks to his knees in front of me, his hands gripping my hips as he slides my panties off, and I feel my breath hitch as he looks up at me, his gaze dark and unrelenting.

“You’re going to let me do whatever I want, aren’t you?” he asks, his voice a low growl, his hands sliding up my thighs, spreading them wider.

“Yes,” I whisper, barely able to get the word out, my heart racing as he leans in, his mouth brushing against my inner thigh, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. He moves slowly, his lips and tongue teasing me, building the anticipation until I’m a trembling mess, my body aching for his touch, for the feel of him.

“Good,” he murmurs, his mouth moving closer, his breath hot against my skin. And then, finally, his mouth finds me, his tongue sliding over my clit with a slow, deliberate pressure that makes me gasp, my hands tangling in his hair as he begins to work me with a skill that leaves me breathless.

“Oh, God,” I moan, my hips lifting to meet him, my body responding to every flick of his tongue, every caress. He knows exactly what he’s doing, his mouth and fingers moving in perfect sync, building the tension inside me, winding it tighter with each stroke, each flick, until I’m on the edge, teetering, desperate for release.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs against me, his voice a dark, wicked whisper as he slides a finger inside me, his gaze flicking up to meet mine. “I want to feel you come on my tongue, Alyssa. Show me how much you want it.”

His words send a fresh wave of heat through me, and I can feel the pleasure building, reaching a fever pitch as he works me, his fingers moving in and out of me with a rhythm that drives me closer and closer to the edge. And then, finally, I shatter, my body convulsing, pleasure crashing over me as I cryout, my hands clutching at him as I come, the release intense, overwhelming.

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