Page 139 of Beautiful Deception

“Don’t have the time. I’m too busy with work.”

I snuggle against his chest. “Maybe you should make more time for her. I know she’d appreciate it.”

“Good point. I should try more. I’ve gotten sucked into my work and I’m starting to get tired of it. We should take a vacation. When you’re fully healed. Just the three of us. Let’s get out of this city and go somewhere relaxing.”

“I like the sound of that.” Especially since Viktor is talking about the future like we really do have a future. This gives me hope.

We take a vacation to the Hamptons since Viktor has a second house there.

“I’ll give you two some space,” Julia says once we get inside the large mansion. “I’ve got some reading by the beach to get to.”

Once Julia goes, that just leaves me and Viktor alone. My body has fully healed. No more bruises or swelling. My face looks like me again. Miraculously, they didn’t have to do any facial reconstruction.

I feel like myself again only better because now I have Viktor, who loves me for all of me. No more secrets.

“What do you want to do?” he asks. He looks handsome in a white button down and tan slacks. But then again, he always looks handsome.

I know exactly what I want to do with him but I feel a little silly saying it. I promised Viktor no more secrets though. Only honesty.

“I want you,” I state.

His expression turns to one of desire. “You want me?” He settles his hands on my waist and squeezes gently. “Because I’ve wanted you for weeks.”

I gasp when he pulls me flush against him. “Then take me, Viktor. Make me yours again.”

There’s just a beat between us before Viktor consumes my lips with his own. The kiss is passionate and sweet and rough and everything else in between. It’s a kiss that represents so much. So much pain we’ve both gone through. So much love that has healed both of us.

There’s still so much to think about: Viktor’s tentative peace deal with Erik and Dante that feels like it’s going to crumble over at any second, or Finn still out there causing chaos, or even just our own future. Will Viktor and I be tested again like we already were? And if we are, can we make it through together?

I believe we can.

Viktor picks me up and carries me upstairs to a large bedroom overlooking the beach.

I appreciate that he doesn’t ask me if I’m ready for this. He’s taking me at my word that I am.

He takes his time taking my dress and underwear off. My own hands skim along his chest as I slip his shirt off and help him push his pants down. Neither of us are rushing this moment. This is a moment that we’ll cherish forever: the moment we truly became one in our marriage.

Once we’re both naked, Viktor presses me into the mattress as he kisses down my body. When he reaches my pubic mound, I know I won’t be able to hold back for long. His face presses between my legs and his lips find my folds.

I cry out from the sudden pleasure. I haven’t felt physically good in weeks so this is the first time I’ve truly felt amazing.

Viktor runs his tongue and lips over my folds and clit, pleasuring me. Getting me wet. Getting me ready.

My hips arch into his face as I let out a soft moan. Viktor was always good at showing me pleasure and now is no exception.

He only increases his pace when my hip thrusts become more frantic. His strong hands grip my thighs, silently telling me that he’s got me.

He lets out a growl right as my release washes over me. I tremble and shake.

Kissing up my body, Viktor’s lips find mine. “You taste just as good as I remember. I never want to wait that long before claiming your body again. I will always protect you, Inessa. I swear it.”

“I know. And I will always be honest with you. I swear it.”

We share another kiss before he lines his erection up with my entrance.

Viktor takes it slow as he enters me. I’m a lot more tight than I was last time we had sex, just from all of the injuries I’ve experienced. My body is still sore is so many ways as I’ve rebuilt my strength.

Once he’s fully seated inside of me, Viktor begins to rock his hips around. It’s nothing frantic. It’s pure, slow pleasure. It’s making love.

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