Page 19 of Veil of Shadows

“You think you’re strong?” he whispers into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “You think you can handle me?”

“Yes,” I whisper, trembling but filled with anticipation.

His hand slides down, tracing my curves with possessive intensity. Heat radiates from him, violence barely contained in his touch as he explores every inch of me, fingers brushing over my skin and sliding lower.

“You’re already trembling,” he taunts, his fingers digging into my waist, pulling me back against him.

My breath catches as he trails his fingers lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my jeans, finding my clit and circling it slowly, teasingly. I gasp, arching instinctively into his touch.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmurs, tone darkly amused.

“Yes,” I gasp, my body aching, craving the intensity of his touch.

With a low growl, he lifts me, carrying me to the couch. His hand on my throat, his lips on mine, the way he makes me feel like nothing else matters. He releases his grip, his hand moving to cup my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek with a gentleness that starkly contrasts the dominance he’s just shown.

“You’re mine,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, but no less certain.

“Yes,” I whisper, my heart racing, my body still trembling from the intensity of our connection.

And as he pulls me into another kiss, fierce and possessive, I know that I’m exactly where I’m meant to be—caught in his grasp, claimed by his strength, bound by a desire that’s as dangerous as it is undeniable.

He draws back slightly, his gaze intense as he studies my face. His eyes are a dark, consuming storm, filled with an unspoken promise of danger and desire. My pulse quickens as he trails his hands down my body, his fingers skimming my skin with a slow, possessive deliberation, as if he’s memorizing every inch of me.

Without breaking eye contact, he grips my waist firmly, pulling me closer. His touch is unyielding, his fingers pressing into my skin, and I feel a thrill of anticipation, a mixture of excitement and fear that leaves me breathless. I can’t tear my gaze away from his as he positions himself between my thighs, his movements measured and controlled, a stark contrast to the wild hunger that blazes in his eyes.

There’s a moment of stillness, a tense silence hanging between us as he reaches down, his hand guiding himself to my entrance. He pauses, his eyes searching mine, as if he’s daring me to pull back, to tell him to stop. But I don’t—I can’t. Instead, I meet his gaze with unwavering resolve, silently telling him that I’m not afraid, that I want this as much as he does.

Slowly, he begins to push inside me, his gaze locked onto mine, watching every flicker of emotion that crosses my face. The stretch is slow and deliberate, each inch filling me, claiming me, and I feel myself tense under the intensity of the sensation.It’s overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and pain that makes me gasp, my body instinctively arching against him.

He pauses, his face hovering just above mine, his breath warm against my lips. “Look at me,” he commands, his voice low and rough, filled with a dark promise.

I force myself to meet his gaze, feeling vulnerable and exposed, yet unable to look away. His eyes hold me captive, a silent declaration of his control, his dominance, and a surge of heat rushes through me as he begins to move, pulling back slowly before pushing into me again, deeper this time.

Each thrust is slow and deliberate, a torment that leaves me gasping, my body tightening around him as he sets an agonizingly slow rhythm. I feel myself spiraling, caught in the intensity of the sensations, and yet there’s a part of me that remains on edge, aware of the danger that Viktor embodies. He’s unpredictable, dangerous, and I know that giving myself to him like this is a risk—one that could destroy me.

But right now, in this moment, none of that matters. All I can focus on is the way he moves, the way he fills me completely, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure coursing through me. His hands roam over my body, his touch rough and possessive, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. I can feel his fingers dig into my hips, pulling me closer as he deepens his thrusts, his gaze never leaving mine.

The slow, deliberate pace begins to quicken, each movement more urgent, more demanding, and I feel myself unraveling under his touch, my body responding instinctively to the rhythm he sets. My heart races, my breaths coming in shallow gasps as he leans down, his mouth capturing mine in a fierce, consuming kiss.

The kiss is intense, filled with a raw hunger that leaves me breathless, and I can feel myself melting into him, surrendering to the overwhelming desire that pulses between us. His hand moves to the small of my back, pulling me against him as he drives deeper, his body pressing into mine with an unrelenting force that sends a shiver down my spine.

He breaks the kiss, his lips brushing against my ear as he murmurs, “You’re mine, Alyssa. Every inch of you belongs to me.” The words are a possessive growl, a dark declaration that sends a thrill through me, and I can feel myself responding to him, my body arching instinctively, wanting more, needing more.

“Yes,” I gasp, my voice barely audible, my hands gripping his shoulders as I cling to him, feeling the intensity of his desire wash over me. There’s an edge to his movements, a barely restrained violence that makes my pulse race, a reminder of the danger he represents. But instead of fear, I feel a dark exhilaration, a reckless abandon that pushes me to the edge.

He shifts his grip, one hand moving to the back of my neck as he tilts my head back, forcing me to look up at him. His gaze is intense, filled with a dark satisfaction as he watches me, his eyes never leaving mine as he thrusts into me, each movement pushing me closer to the brink.

“You feel that?” he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. “You’re mine, Alyssa. Every inch of you.”

His words send a shiver down my spine, a heady mixture of fear and desire that leaves me breathless. I feel myself spiraling, caught in the intensity of his gaze, the possessiveness in his touch, and I know that he’s claiming more than just my body—he’s claiming every part of me, leaving a mark that I know I won’t be able to erase.

Viktor’s movements grow more urgent, his pace quickening as he drives into me with a relentless force that leaves me gasping, my body tightening around him as I feel the pleasure building, coiling deep inside me, ready to explode. His hand tightens around the back of my neck, his fingers digging into my skin, grounding me as I surrender completely to the sensations.

“Come for me,” he commands, his voice rough and demanding, his gaze dark with satisfaction as he watches me, waiting for me to let go.

And I do. With a cry, I shatter, my body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crash over me, consuming me completely. I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, marking him as he’s marked me, and I feel him reach his own release, a low groan escaping his lips as he pulses inside me, claiming me in the most primal way.

For a moment, the world stands still, and I’m lost in the aftermath, my body trembling as I come down from the high, my breaths coming in shallow gasps. Viktor’s gaze softens slightly, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes as he holds me close, his hand moving to cup my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek with a gentleness that stands in stark contrast to the possessiveness he’s just shown.

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