Page 17 of Veil of Shadows

“Then let’s see how hot it burns,” she replies, a challenge dancing in her gaze.

Without thinking, I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the desk, shoving papers aside. The weight of the world falls away as I lower her onto the surface, my hands gripping her hips, feeling the heat radiating between us.

“Alyssa…” I begin, but she silences me with another fierce kiss, her tongue dancing against mine, igniting a firestorm of need within me.

“Stop thinking,” she whispers against my lips, her breath hot and demanding. “Just feel.”

And I do. I feel everything—the pull of her body, the heat of her skin against mine, the urgent need to claim her. I press her back against the desk, my hands roaming over her curves, pulling her closer until there’s no space left between us.

“I don’t want to regret this,” I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper as I trail kisses down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin.

“Then don’t,” she gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I lift her shirt, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips. “Just take me, Viktor. Show me.”

The demand echoes in my mind as I crush my lips against hers once more, urgency driving every kiss, every touch. I can’t think, can’t focus on anything but her. My body knows what it wants, and it wants her—fully, completely.

As we lose ourselves in each other, the rest of the world fades away, leaving only the two of us, tangled in a storm of desire and desperation. Each kiss, each touch is a promise—a promise of chaos, a promise of fire, and I can’t help but give in.

The desk creaks beneath us as I pull away just long enough to look into her eyes, both of us breathless, our bodies humming with electricity. “

The desk creaks beneath us as I pull away just long enough to look into her eyes, both of us breathless, our bodies humming with electricity. “What are we doing?” I whisper, even as my hands roam over her body, exploring the soft curves I’ve longed to touch.

“Living,” she replies, her voice shaky but fierce, igniting something primal within me. “Don’t stop, Viktor.”

Her words are a command, a challenge I can’t ignore. I lean down, kissing her fiercely, reclaiming the heat that threatens to consume us both. My hands grip her waist tighter, pulling her flush against me, our bodies moving together in a rhythm that feels both new and familiar.

The world outside fades away completely as we lose ourselves in this moment, a wild mix of passion and urgency that overrides any sense of caution. My fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her closer as I delve deeper into our connection, fueled by the reckless abandon that has taken hold of us.

I lift her higher, my body pushing into hers as the need intensifies, the fire between us scorching. I’ve always been in control, but in this moment, I want nothing more than to relinquish that control to the heat of our desire.

The desk shifts under us as I press her down, my body hovering above hers. I can feel the wild pulse of her heart, the way her breath hitches as I press closer, and it only stokes the fire raging inside me. “Alyssa…” I murmur against her lips, a warning and an invitation wrapped into one.

“I want this, Viktor,” she breathes, her voice laced with desperation. “I want you.”

With those words, something inside me snaps. I’m consumed by a need so raw it clouds my judgment, erasing any thoughts of consequences. I let the passion take over, pushing aside any lingering doubts or fears. This is what I want—what I need.

I slide my hands up her thighs, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my fingers. Each inch I explore ignites a fierce need, a primal instinct that drives me forward. I don’t want to hold back, don’t want to think about the danger, the consequences. I just want her.

The room spins around us as we tumble deeper into this whirlwind of passion, each kiss more urgent than the last. I feel her hands gripping my shoulders, pulling me closer, urging me to go further, to claim her completely.

“Show me,” she whispers again, and the challenge in her voice sends a jolt of desire coursing through me. I lean in, my lips finding hers once more, our bodies colliding with an urgency that borders on desperation.

As the intensity mounts, I pull back slightly, needing to look into her eyes, to see the fire that mirrors my own. “Are you sure?” I ask, my voice low, filled with uncharacteristic vulnerability.

“More than anything,” she replies, her gaze steady, fierce, and it sends another surge of heat through me.

In that moment, all doubts fade away. I press my lips against hers again, a fierce promise of what’s to come. The world around us blurs into insignificance, and all that matters is the heat rising between us, the undeniable connection that has pulled us together.

The kiss deepens, fueled by raw desire as I lift her effortlessly, turning us around so I can press her back against the desk again. My hands grip her waist, my fingers digging into her skin as I explore every inch of her, mapping out the territory I crave to conquer.

A moan escapes her lips, the sound sending a rush of blood to my head, heightening every sense. I can feel the way her body responds to my touch, the heat radiating from her skin, and it only spurs me on. My kisses travel down her neck, tasting the delicate curve of her collarbone as I revel in the power of my desire for her.

“Viktor…” she breathes, her voice a mix of pleasure and urgency. “Please…”

The plea stirs something primal within me, a deep hunger that can’t be contained. I meet her gaze, and in that moment, the last remnants of caution fall away. I am no longer Viktor Volkov—the feared enforcer of the Bratva. I am a man consumed by awild desire for the woman beneath me, a woman who challenges everything I thought I knew.

The world outside might be filled with danger, but here, in this moment, it’s just us. Just our bodies entwined, moving together in a chaotic dance of passion. I let instinct take over, guiding us deeper into this reckless abandon.

As we come together, the desk creaks again, a harsh reminder of the world outside, but it’s a sound I can barely register. I’m lost in the heat of her body, the way she responds to my touch, the fire that ignites with every kiss.

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