Page 63 of Til Death Do Us Part (Kornilov Bratva Duet 2)

That is when it hits me that Viktor is a drug.

I’ve made it a point not to become a statistic. To not be another homeless person on drugs who makes money only to spend it on her next fix. I’ve always been proud of keeping myself clean.

Yet, here I am, needing Viktor. Despite the lows he has brought into my life, he has also brought the highest highs. Those highs are what I keep chasing.

Having his body close to me, his protection, his loving gaze and warm smile is what keeps me coming back again and again. It is what makes it hard to leave.

Viktor presses my body against his, and I feel his excitement on my hip as he carries me into the shower. He stands with his back to the spray, blocking me from most of the water. When I look up, water is hitting his back and spraying outward, catching the light so it looks like there is a halo around his head.

The image is almost absurd.

My Viktor is as beautiful as an angel, but he is no angel. He should be swathed in shadows and darkness, not light.

My Viktor.

He dips his head, water washing over his shoulders and down his chest, and I follow the path with my fingers, touching each curve of his abdomen and following the slope of the deep indentation that leads from his hip to …

Viktor moans when I wrap my hand around him, and he tips his head back, letting the water hit him directly in the face.

I laugh and stroke him again, but a second later, I’m the one moaning. Viktor’s hand slides between my thighs and finds my center easily.

I’m wet and ready for him, and he slides a digit into me and then another, pulsing into me with slow, deliberate movements that make it hard for me to focus on what I set out to do. So, I try to match my hand to the speed of his movements, though they feel clumsy as I start to lose fine motor skills.

I lean forward and rest my cheek against Viktor’s strong, damp chest. He kisses my temple, and it feels like the most tender moment I’ve ever experienced in my life.

We are naked, standing in harsh fluorescent lighting, bringing each other pleasure, and I realize I’ve never been this close with anyone in my life. Ever. I’ve never been this vulnerable, this open, this honest.

Tears start to burn in my eyes, and I try to fight them back. I don’t want Viktor to get the wrong idea about them. I don’t want him to think I don’t want this, because I do. More than anything. In fact, I’m tempted to demand we start every day like this. If he is going to live with me, it only makes sense. It will save both water and time.

Viktor slides his fingers from me and grabs my face with his other hand, tilting my chin up so I’m looking into his eyes. Then, he brings his two fingers to his lips and slips them into his mouth, tasting me.

I’m not sure why, but that pushes me over the edge. Tears begin to slip down my cheeks, and I hope maybe he’ll think it is just the water from the shower, but Viktor is more observant than that. He grabs my face with both of his hands and begins kissing my face, licking the salty tears away.

“Please,” I say softly. It is the only word I can manage, but Viktor knows what I need.

He hooks his hands under my thighs and lifts, and I curve my legs around his waist, hooking my ankles behind his back. Then, he maneuvers my hips, positions himself at my opening, and pushes me onto him like I was built for this very thing. Like our bodies were made for this.

I gasp when he slides into me to the very hilt and grip his body with my legs as hard as I can, desperate to keep him there. I roll my hips against him, and Viktor stumbles forward and presses my back against the tile. It is cold, but I don’t care. The heat between our bodies is more than enough to sustain me and keep us both warm.

“You feel so good,” he groans, his lips pressed against my neck. I arch my entire body into him, giving myself to him in every way I can. Giving myself to this moment and this sensation and this goodness.

Because there is goodness within him. He is a good man who has done bad things, but who hasn’t?

Viktor slides out of me and thrusts back in, and my ability to think about anything other than him dissipates. Soon, we are hands and lips and bodies crashing against one another, aching to be filled by the other in ways both physical and not, and we don’t slow until we are both trembling.

My body clenches around him, and Viktor thrusts and holds, releasing everything into me.

He lowers me gently back to the ground and then grabs the soap from the shelf above my head and smooths it down my body.

He washes me with gentle touches, and then I return the favor, soaping him up and rinsing him off, all the while admiring the exquisite shape of his body. The perfect lines and edges and shades of him.

“You’re beautiful,” I say, not realizing I’ve said it out loud until Viktor chuckles.

He grabs my chin and presses a kiss to my mouth. “You’re perfect.”

It might be my post-orgasmic bliss, but the towels feel fluffier, and the air smells sweeter. I definitely have rose-colored glasses on with no intention of taking them off anytime soon.

Then, my phone on the counter vibrates, and I check it to see it is Niamh.

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