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Eventually, he pulls back, though his face is still only inches from mine. His soft smile melts things inside me that I didn’t even know were frozen. “So,” he whispers, “how about that face-sitting I was promised?”

I smack his chest with the back of my hand. “And here I thought you were going to say something sweet?”

“What?” He nuzzles my cheek. “Are you trying to tell me that asking you to use me like a toy isn’t sweet?”

I roll up onto my knees and straddle his chest. “Are you sure about this?”

“So sure. I want my tongue inside you.” Viktor motions for me to clamber up into place.

It’s not exactly a graceful ascent, and we’re both laughing by the time I finally manage to position myself over his face. I grab the headboard and frown down at him. “Ready?”

His cheeky smile is half-obscured by my thighs. “Born ready.”

“That’s a horrifying phrase to use in this context…”

With a snort, Viktor guides my hips lower with the press of his palms, and I settle against his mouth. His warm breath makes my core quiver. I gasp when his tongue traces my entrance, licking along the seam of my pussy, opening me with every successive lick.

“Is this okay?” I ask.

Viktor makes a sound of wordless agreement that echoes through the deepest parts of me. I turn my head toward my arm and gasp, closing my eyes at the sudden intense sensation. Gently, careful not to smother him—although knowing him, he’d be into it—I roll my hips, guiding his tongue and deciding just how much pressure I get to experience. I lose myself in the sensation. Viktor’s hands clench around my thighs. At some point, he smacks my ass, urging me on. I jump at the startling sensation, and he laughs into me. He smacks me again. Within moments, I’m left a quivering mess, panting his name as I come against his open mouth.

Viktor makes a strangled noise, and I realize belatedly that I’m not supporting myself at all. I scramble to the side so that the poor guy can breathe. “Sorry,” I gasp.

Viktor’s face is red. A vein pulses in his forehead; his lips shine with the evidence of my arousal. “I’m not. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I think I might have blacked out a little.”

I pat his cheek. “You, my darling, are a bit of a freak, too, aren’t you?”

“Pot, meet kettle.” Viktor reaches down to stroke himself. His eyes are shinier than I’ve ever seen them, almost feverish in their brightness. “Death by thighs sounds like the best way to go.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for the future.” I shimmy down and slide back onto him, straddling his hips and nudging his hand out of the way in the process. “If you ever get too mouthy, I’ll know how to shut you up now.”

“Is that a threat? Because it sounds like a challenge to me.” Viktor cuts off with a groan as I guide him into me. His eyes roll back and close for a few seconds, but it’s as if he can’t bear to take them off me for any length of time. Almost immediately, he opens them again.

“Are you offering to make me come every time you annoy me? Because on balance, I would work with that.” I sit back on my heels and rake my nails lightly across his chest.

Viktor doesn’t answer. His muscles twitch and tense beneath me with each roll of my hips. I keep things slow, taking our time like he asked. There’s no rush. We’ve got no plans today. Nowhere to be but here, together, tangled up in one another’s limbs.

“Knova?” Viktor asks. He traces my hips and torso with a touch so light it makes me shiver. “You know I love you, right?”

I lean forward and press my palms against his chest for support. “I do. And I love you right back. I still can’t believe I told my dad before I told you, but it’s true.”

“Hm.” His mouth twists into a small smile. “I don’t know if I believe it yet. You’ll have to say it a few more times.”

I lower myself until my chest touches his, until our mouths are only inches apart. “I love you, I love you, I love you. I’m going to keep saying it, even when it finally sinks in. I’m going to tell you so many times that you get sick of hearing it.”

“Nope.” He brushes a lock of hair out of my eyes. “Not possible.”

I laugh and arch my back, his cock pushing deep in my pussy, wringing a guttural moan from his throat at the change in angle. “Well, like you said before: challenge accepted.”

And when he smiles at me like that—open and unguarded, like I’m his whole world—I know this is no longer pretend. This is love, in all its messy, complicated, beautiful truth.

Ours.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Viktor

Several Weeks Later…

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