Page 33 of Til Death Do Us Part (Kornilov Bratva Duet 2)

The words crack the ice around my heart, and I can feel myself melting into him. Despite everything I’ve seen today and all of the chaos happening inside my brain, Viktor’s touch has a way of slicing through all of it and getting straight to the heart of me.

I tip my head up to look at him, and his blue eyes are studying my features, outlining my every edge like he is trying to memorize me. Then, his lips are on mine.

I don’t know if I lean into it or if it’s Viktor who closes the entire distance on his own, but once his lips are on mine, I don’t care. I arch my back against him, tangle my hands in the soft hair at the base of his neck, and inhale him like my life depends on it.

Viktor’s hands are gentle on my waist for a second, and then his touch burns. It scorches. He grips my waist and molds me against his body. I wrap my legs around him instinctively, and he sits me on the edge of a small desk he bought for me to study on. I prefer the kitchen table for homework, so this is the first time I’ve used it. And I’m guessing, after we are done, I won’t be able to sit at this table and focus on anything academic ever again.

His body is warm on the inside of my thighs, but there is too much material between us. Too many layers separating our bodies. I slide my hands down the hard plane of his stomach and unbutton his pants, and Viktor stops kissing me to glance down and watch me peel his pants down to the tops of his strong thighs.

I cup the bulge in his boxers and rub the heel of my palm down his ready length. Viktor tips his head back and groans. When he looks down at me again, his eyes are dark and wild, and I can barely draw in a breath before his mouth is on mine again. His tongue swirls into my mouth, drawing mine out for a dance, and his hips roll against my hand.

“Hannah is waiting for me,” I say, hating the part of me that is being practical. I don’t want to think about anyone or anything beyond this room. Not right now. Not while his body is pressed against mine.

“Fuck Hannah,” Viktor repeats, though this time his voice is a gravelly whisper.

I slide my hand inside his boxers, and he tenses as my fingers wrap around him. “I’d prefer if you fucked me, instead.”

Viktor’s mouth tips up in a wicked smile. “Gladly.”

His mouth curls around my jawline and down my throat as I stroke him. He licks my collarbone and rolls his palm over my breasts while I smooth my thumb over his tip.

“Quieter,” he says in my ear, his teeth nipping at the lobe. I realize all at once I was moaning, and I bite my bottom lip. Viktor pulls back to look at me, and groans.

“Quiet,” I tease while teasing my hand down the length of him at the same time.

“It’s hard when you look that good biting your lip,” he admits, the words almost lost in the huskiness of his voice.

His fingers dig into my hip, and then he pulls me down off the desk and puts my feet on the floor. I reluctantly relinquish my hold on him and am immediately rewarded by Viktor dropping to his knees and unzipping my jeans.

He pushes them down and then walks his fingers up the outsides of my thighs when he returns to my panties. My knees feel weak. I have to grip the edge of the table to keep from falling over. The feeling is only compounded when he lets my panties drop to the floor and presses my knees apart.

His lips are soft on my calves, the backs of my knees, and the untouched skin of my thighs. My entire body is shaking by the time I feel his breath on my center, and I can’t stand the wait anymore. I curl my fingers in his hair just as he buries his face in me.

A stifled scream forces its way out, and I lean back against the table to keep from falling. Viktor sucks and probes and nips as though he knows better than I do what I need, what feels good. No, not good. Incredible.

My vision is stars and fireworks, and my stomach is a puddle of heat.

Viktor grips my thighs and presses his tongue into me, and I think I’ve never been tasted so expertly before. Then, he circles his thumb over my center, and I’m gone.

I clap my own hand over my mouth to keep from shouting as shakes and tremors roll down my arms and legs, radiating outward from my epicenter.

I’m still shaking when Viktor stands up and peels my hand from my mouth. His lips are gentle against mine—much gentler than they just were down south—and I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he lifts me back onto the desk.

My body is aching for his even as my mind is a mass of confusion. Especially after my first orgasm, I wonder how we’ve found ourselves here. How this has happened again. I’m angry with him, but the need inside of me feels like a sinkhole, yawning open and taking all of my rational thoughts with me. I’m so ready for him that it only takes one thrust for him to be deep inside of me.

We both moan with the connection, and I find myself staring into his blue eyes. They are lidded, pupils blown wide, but I feel safer with this wild version of Viktor than anywhere else in the world.

How is that possible? His life is violence and crime and constantly checking over your shoulder. The lifestyle of Viktor’s family is why I’m in this mess to begin with. And yet, I want to roll into a ball and curl myself against his muscular chest. I want Viktor to smooth his large hands down my spine to help me fall asleep, and I want him to press himself inside of me to wake me up.

Knowing what I know about him, I still want him with me. Now and later. Always.

The thought splits something open inside my chest, and I gasp. Viktor takes the sound as a sign of my pleasure and thrusts into me with more urgency. Our bodies slap together, rattling the table, until I’m clawing at him with my hands and pulling him closer with my legs. I roll my body against him with every connection, losing control with every passing second, and Viktor buries his face in my neck. His warm breath washes over my skin, coming faster and faster until he moans with release.

I fall with him.

We cling to one another as the waves of pleasure ebb and then flow away. As our hearts slow and return to normal. As the fog in my mind dissipates, leaving me with a clear picture once again.

“I can’t do this,” I whisper, pushing gently on his chest and untangling my legs from him.

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