Page 82 of Viktor

He stopped inching forward. His fingers found her clit. She whimpered, but he gave her no retreat. His mouth found hers and kissed her so hard her toes curled. Soon, she forgot about his cock and got lost in his kiss.

She never realized he’d started moving until that delicious pressure started building, and she gasped. He’d distracted her and made her forget her panic.

“Wrap your legs around me, Sara,” he rasped. She barely recognized his voice, it had gone so gravelly, but she did as he asked. Her eyes rolled back in her head when he thrust back inside her. The shift of position gave him better access, and he hit that magic spot that made stars burst across her vision.

His arms slid under her, and his hands curled over the backs of her shoulders, essentially holding her in place while he pounded into her. That spot…sweet baby Jesus, that spot. Her body trembled, her legs tightened, and something splintered in her soul. It wasn’t only her body that came apart around him. She came apart—her fear, her anger, her self-loathing. It all shattered and floated away when she came so hard, she screamed.

Boneless. That was the only word she could use as his thrusts quickened into something almost brutal, but her body took anything he gave her. It was only a minute later when he shouted her name and stiffened. He emptied himself inside her. Even with a condom on, she felt it and tightened her legs around him, holding him as he held her.

It took him a minute to recover, but he rolled, bringing her with him.

Neither spoke for long moments. There were no words to describe what happened, and there was no point in trying. Viktor held her, his cock spasming inside her. He grunted when she wiggled. “Don’t do that.”

“Why?” She kissed the slick skin of his chest, enjoying the taste of him.

“Woman, your back can’t take a repeat of that. You’re going to hurt enough in the morning as it is.”

“You always take care of me, don’t you?”

“Even from yourself, baby.” He gripped her hips and pulled out. She winced, the slight pain more than worth what just happened. He made a noise, and she rolled over, her body still as boneless as a minute ago.

He got up and went into the bathroom, coming out with a warm washcloth he used to clean her up. He threw his shirt at her and tossed the cloth into the open doorway of the bathroom.

She scooted over so he had more room while she donned the green t-shirt that smelled of him. He wasn’t getting this thing back. She might not ever wash it. Well, she would because it’d stink soon, but she’d enjoy it for as long as possible.

“I like how you look in my clothes.” He sounded sleepy, and she smiled and let him draw her to him. Viktor reached down and pulled the covers over them both.

“I like how you look at me in them.” Sara snuggled into his side, her head on his shoulder and one arm over his chest.

“That’s never gonna change, baby. You’re stuck with me.”

“You’re sure you want to be stuck with me?” She glanced up and found his eyes closed, but a smile flirted with his lips.

“I want you and our girl. You and Delia are mine, Sara. The sooner you get used to that, the easier this’ll be. Now, go to sleep, sweetheart. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

For the first time in a long time, Sara drifted off to sleep secure in the arms of someone she trusted to keep her safe.

The phone kept ringing. Viktor pulled the pillow over his head and tried to ignore it. He was so boneless even the thought of moving required too much energy.

When it started again, he growled and answered it. “Do you know what fucking time it is?”

“Viktor.”

The deadly quiet in Conner’s voice splashed a cold bucket of water over him, and he was awake and alert instantly.

“What is it?”

“I’m at the hospital with your kid and Mason. Gabe’s in surgery. Delia and Sara’s parents have been admitted. Mason’s okay, but he has some severe burns.”

“Explain.” He reached over and shook Sara awake. She blinked sleepy eyes at him and muttered something incoherently.

“When I showed up, the barn was on fire, and so was the house. I tried to call Mason, but I didn’t get an answer, so I dialed 911 and went into the house. Delia was awake. She was in the upstairs hall crying, her arm blistered from the fire all around her. There were towels shoved under the doors, and they were barricaded on the outside. I got everyone out, but we couldn’t find Gabe in the house. Mason and I went to the barn. We found him inside. He’d been shot, Viktor. It’s bad.”

“How did Mason…”

“He picked up Delia and ran down the stairs. The fire was worse than when I came upstairs. I got her parents out. They’re suffering from smoke inhalation. Given their age, the doctors are keeping them overnight for observation. They escaped any serious injury.”

“And Delia?”

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