Page 47 of Captured Solace

“No, thank you. Just charge the dinner to our room, if you don’t mind,” said Viktor, handing him a thick roll of bills for the tip. “But I did want to confirm that the items I requested sent up to the room were delivered.”

“Yes, sir,” the man said. “Everything is in order. And thank you, sir.”

Viktor shook his hand and thanked him, which I found incredibly sexy. My ex had always had the worst manners with waiters and it had gotten under my skin and caused numerous fights. The fact that my husband interacted with the hotel employees as he did with his peers turned me on. And, God, he looked so sexy doing it I wanted to pull him into the elevator and get down on my knees.

The wine gave me the courage I needed to walk with him up the lavish hallway, my chin up and my hand in his. When we got to the door, he unlocked it and ushered me through. As soon as I stepped through the door, I caught a fresh, floral scent and my eye fell on a large bouquet of lilies and roses on the table.

“Are those…for me?” I asked, circling the formidable arrangement. I’d never had anyone buy me flowers before and for some reason, it was making me giddy and stupid.

I didn’t hear him move, but suddenly he was behind me, the warmth of his body pressing against my back. His hard fingers skimmed my throat, moving aside my hair, and his mouth brushed my throat. A delicious shiver moved through me as he kissed up my neck and along my jaw.

He stepped back and I turned around, my body hot and aching for him. I wanted this man badly and tonight he was finally mine. Taking him by the edge of his jacket, I pulled him close and his mouth met mine as our bodies collided. He tasted so good, like sweetness and vodka all mingled between our tongues.

“Fuck me,” I begged against his mouth.

He lifted me in his arms, his hands digging into my thighs, and carried me across the room and tossed me onto my back on the bed. I lay there, panting, and watched him remove his coat and unfasten his tie. Then he stepped out of his shoes and knelt on the bed, planting his hands on either side of me.

“How’re you feeling? Still sober?”

I nodded. “The wine mostly wore off.”

He nuzzled at my neck, nipping me lightly and sending bolts of electricity through my body. “How about a bath and some champagne then?”

He’d thought of everything, hadn’t he? A rush of warmth moved up my body and settled in my chest as I looked up at him. I’d always noticed he was sexy, but I’d never realized until now just how deeply attracted I was to him. Had his blue eyes always been such an arresting color? And had his wolfish smile always had such a tender curve to it?

I traced down his jaw and he turned his head, kissing my palm.

“I’d love a bath and some champagne with you,” I whispered.

He stood, lifting me to my feet, and led me to the bathroom. I paused in the doorway, my heart thumping in my chest. There were a dozen candles lit around the large, circular tub filled to the brim with steaming, bubbly water. The room smelled faintly of roses and two glasses and a champagne bottle sat in a bucket of ice on the sink.

“Viktor,” I said, my mouth dry. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

He kissed me in response, the tip of his tongue hot against my mouth. I kept still as he unzipped the back of my dress and eased it down my body, leaving me only in the lace bra and panties he’d given me earlier. There was a sharp intake of breath and he turned me around and pressed me against the sink, facing him.

He knelt, lifting my leg over his shoulder, and pulled my panties to the side. Then his mouth was on my pussy, his tongue swiping between my folds. He gave a quiet growl and dragged his tongue up to my clit, sucking it into his mouth. Pleasure shocked through my hips and I moaned, gripping the edge of the sink.

“Fuck, I thought about this every minute of dinner,” he breathed. “You taste so wet, so ready for me to eat your cunt, baby girl.”

“Wait until after we have a bath,” I panted.

He shook his head. “And waste all this sweet wetness?”

He ran his hot tongue over me again, licking up my arousal. I let my head loll back as I buried my fingers in his hair, letting him push his face between my thighs. Consuming me in long, hungry strokes of his tongue.

I looked up, the blood rushing through me in hot surges, and realized there was a floor-to-ceiling mirror directly before us. For a moment, the sight of him on his knees in front of me caught me off guard. Was that really me? I’d never been that kind of girl before, but tonight I was beautiful and sexual. And I had an impossibly sexy man on his knees with his face buried between my thighs.

And I got to watch all of it.

My God, watching him eat me like this was mesmerizing. Sliding up onto the counter, I spread my thighs wide, my eyes fixed on our reflection. He moaned against my pussy as I ran my fingers through his hair. He was so good at this, every stroke hitting me in just the perfect spot. Coaxing my arousal until an orgasm began rising in my hips, like an itch deep inside me.

He drew back slightly and I bit back a groan of disappointment. His tongue lapped at the entrance of my pussy, gathering the wetness, and spreading it over my clit. The tip worked my sensitive nub until my thighs shook and I clamped them against his head as heat exploded deep within me.

I cried out wordlessly as I came, my body jerking and my pussy grinding against his mouth. He let me ride out my pleasure on his tongue and then he flipped me and bent me over the sink. I could see him, kneeling behind me, in the mirror and the sight almost made me crumble.

And he knew what he was doing because he looked right at me, that wicked smirk playing on his mouth. Then he bent forward, and his hot tongue swiped over my swollen, sensitive entrance, licking me clean. And he moaned, sucking me into his mouth like he’d never had anything so good. He worked his way over my pussy thoroughly and began moving up. I tensed involuntarily as his tongue worked closer to my asshole, but I didn’t move because I wanted him to touch me here.

He let his tongue linger over me, giving me time to refuse him, and then his fingers dug into my hips. Spreading me open for him. His hot, insistent tongue slid over my asshole and fireworks exploded behind my eyes. A wave of arousal clenched my pussy and wetness leaked down the inside of my thigh.

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