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Holy fuck, but she made him feel like he was twelve and on his first date with a girl. Nervous, sweaty, and terrified.

He broke the kiss only because they both needed to breathe or risk unconsciousness. She sighed, and her lips were swollen, the pink color deepened to a rosy hue. She looked good and thoroughly kissed.

“Wow,” she whispered. “That was…”

“Fucking amazing,” Viktor finished for her, completely pleased and arrogant as fuck.

“Full of yourself much?”

He growled and dove back in, only this time he assaulted her jawline, his tongue tracking a path down her neck. Her gasp was enough to drive him on. He kept licking and scooting until he reached the valley between her breasts.

Those rosy buds tempted him, but he ignored his own urges. Right now was about Sara. He licked all around her right breast, his hand gliding up and down her belly. Her small whimpers drove him crazy. It was the sweetest sound in the world.

Her body jerked under him, and he smiled. The sweet torture was getting to her. Only then did he give in and pull one nipple into his mouth, his tongue stroking over the stiff peak.

She came up off the bed, a cry ripped from her that surely woke the neighbors on both sides. Hands ripped at his hair, but he ignored them. Instead, he sucked on her nipple, alternating between gentle and hard, all the while stroking up and down her belly.

“Viktor, please…” Her hoarse plea was met with deaf ears. She cried out again when his teeth bit into the flesh around her nipple. She couldn’t take much more of this torture he seemed determined to inflict upon her.

Her body hummed with awareness, attuned to every single touch he wanted to give her. It craved him in ways she didn’t understand, but Sara needed…God, she didn’t even know what she needed. Her senses were on overload, all from his mouth.

His hand quested farther down until it hit the top of her panties. He was lying half off her so he had access, and the way he’d thrown his leg between hers stopped her from closing them.

Her clit screamed in protest when his hand shied away.

Was he trying to kill her?

Cool air met her overly-sensitive nipple, and she sagged with relief. She didn’t get much because he moved to the other one. Sweet baby Jesus, the things he did with his tongue.

Her head rolled back, a moan rolling out of some deep part of her. His teeth tugged on the sore nipple when his other hand suddenly pinched the now bare one. It shot straight to her clit. It was like lightning struck and lit her entire body on fire. Viktor hadn’t even touched her down there, but she was soaking wet.

When he finally left her nipple alone, he raised his head and looked at her. “Did you know a woman can orgasm just from having her nipples sucked?”

He wasn’t thinking about doing that, was he? Alarmed, she tried to sit up, but he moved completely over her this time, her legs spread out around his.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m not doing that tonight. I want you too much to take the time I need for that.” He nuzzled his nose against hers.

Thank God.

His lips found hers for a quick kiss. “You ready for more?”

Not trusting her voice, she nodded.

He grinned his signature lazy smile and started working his way down her body again with his mouth. His only purpose was to slowly torture her to death, she decided when he stopped to dip his tongue into her bellybutton. It caused all kinds of crazy things to happen. Her stomach clenched, and it stole the breath right out of her lungs.

“Breathe, baby,” he whispered, his warm breath flowing across her skin.

How the hell was he so in control of himself?

“Viktor, if you don’t fuck me soon, I think you’re going to see a very real instance of self-combustion.”

He chuckled and tugged on her underwear. “Lift up for me.”

She did, and he deftly sat up so he could slide the offending piece of clothing off.

And then she got self-conscious.

Stretch marks.

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