Page 72 of Til Death Do Us Part (Kornilov Bratva Duet 2)

“I want you to forget,” Viktor says, kissing a line down my stomach to the top of my panties.

“I don’t,” I gasp, rolling my hips up in search of him. “I want to remember every detail.”

“Of this, yes,” he says, hooking his fingers under the waistband and tugging down. I feel the cold air against my warm center and shiver. “But I want to be the person who makes you forget everything else. Every bad thought in your head, I want to banish with pleasure.”

He cups my calf with gentle hands as he pulls my panties down my legs. He is being so careful, and I don’t want careful. I want him hard and fast and, most importantly, now.

“Like a sexy exorcism,” I say, trying to make a joke, though my voice is deep and breathy.

“Something like that,” Viktor chuckles.

He kneels in front of me on the couch and begins working his way back up my body, pressing kisses to my ankle and the backs of my knees. Every touch of his lips deepens the ache at my center. It is a tease. A hint of what I want, dangled just out of reach. I try to wriggle my hips down closer to his mouth, but Viktor grabs my hips and moves me back into position. I groan, and he smiles, enjoying my torture.

When he finally makes it to my inner thighs, the anticipation feels like a wild animal clawing at the walls of my chest.

I’ve never sat back and watched someone admire me before. I’ve never had the view of watching a man enjoy the taste of my skin and the feeling of me underneath him, and there is something sensual and erotic about it.

I can feel my pulse pounding in my throat and my chest, but I feel it most strongly between my legs. I’m ready for him, aching, and I’m not sure his mouth is going to be enough.

I’m about to tell Viktor this when he finally pushes my legs apart and swipes a finger over my opening.

Instantly, I gasp and buck my hips.

He smiles and spreads me with his thumbs, treating me like a delicate flower whose petals he doesn’t want to crush.

Then, he buries his face in me, and there is nothing delicate about what his tongue is doing.

Viktor sucks at the sensitive spot at the apex of my thighs and smooths his tongue over the places that are burning for him. Suddenly, I’m worried his mouth is entirely too much.

Then, he adds a finger.

My body arches with his touch, nearly lifting off the couch, and he has to hold me down with a firm hand pressed to my stomach.

He adds a second finger, and I bite down on the heel of my hand to keep quiet.

He pulses his digits in and out of me to the speed of his tongue flicking over my center, and I lose my mind entirely. Heat builds and rages and catches fire inside of me, and I feel like my joints have come undone. I feel as though my entire body is seconds away from blowing apart.

When he curls his fingers inside of me, I fall into darkness.

My eyes are squeezed closed, and I’m not sure where I am or which way is up as I ride the wave of my orgasm.

I come back to myself slowly.

First, I feel his fingers moving slowly inside of me. Then, I feel the soft kisses he presses to my inner thighs. Last, I feel his large, warm hand sliding up my stomach to cover my breast.

I grab his hand with both of mine and cling to him, bringing myself back to Earth.

When I finally open my eyes, Viktor is hovering over me, his elbows on either side of my head. His blue eyes are blown wide with lust, and I slide my hand down his stomach, reaching for what must be the ache between his legs, but he snatches my hand before I can get there and shakes his head. He brings my hand back to his lips and kisses my fingertips, sucking them into his delicious, devastating mouth.

“That was for you. I don’t want anything back.”

I want to argue, but my arms and legs are jelly. As much as I want to make him black out with lust, I also feel like I might black out myself. So, I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him to my chest, taking deep breaths of his woodsy, lemony scent as I try to stay in this moment forever.

Because for the first time in weeks, I forgot everything except for Viktor.

And it was heaven.

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