Page 83 of Captured Solace

Horrified, I flipped onto my stomach, reaching for something to cover myself with. I lay on the deck of a trawler, my body pressed up against the railing, a pile of thick blankets beneath me. To my right, Viktor lay asleep, fully naked. For a moment, I sat there, struck dumb by the sight of him.

It wasn’t his lean, strong body laid out, or the fact that he had an impressive erection in his sleep. No, it was the relaxation on his face, as if he didn’t have a single place to be or thing to worry about. It was the first time I’d ever seen him like this and it was a beautiful thing.

He wasn’t meant to be caged the way his father and his legacy had intended. If there was a God, he intended men like Viktor to be like this, to be free out here on the ocean with nothing but the sky overhead and gulls crying in the distance. A swell of warmth filled my chest and I blinked back tears as I looked down at him.

He wasn’t good, at least not by the narrow standards I’d been taught to judge people against. But he was pure in a strange way, despite the things he’d done, because all this time he’d fought against it. He wasn’t like Lucien or the other made men—they were given over to violence, to the cruelty of the world they’d been born into. But Viktor committed those acts with reluctance and self-loathing, it was never who he truly was inside.

It was time for him to let go, to become the man I knew he could be.

I bent and kissed his mouth softly until his eyes cracked open. Then I slid my pussy up his hard, hot length and slipped him inside me until he bottomed out. A quiet groan escaped his lips and his eyes rolled back as I rode him gently, his heavy cock hitting all the delicious spots deep within my hips.

“I have to pull out, baby girl,” he murmured.

I ran my fingernail up his chest, playing with the hair. “You don’t have to.”

He looked up at me for a long moment, a myriad of different emotions passing over his face. Then his big, lean fingers slid up my thighs, pressing me to him as he began moving his hips again.

The world shifted around us and that warmth so acute it almost brought tears to my eyes flooded through my body. His pale eyes fixed on mine, his perfect, wolfish mouth parting as he breathed hard. This was the moment there was no going back from and I was going to stay with him for it. Despite what he’d almost done, despite my betrayal, I never wanted to leave this man again. He was mine and mine alone.

His body tensed and his hands gripped my waist. Inside me, his cock jerked as he came, spilling himself. Our eyes stayed locked as he came down from his high, the gravity of what we’d just done sinking in. I was right in the middle of my ovulation period and he had just come inside me, but I could tell by the glitter in his eyes that he didn’t regret it. And I didn’t either.

“There’s something so fucking hot about coming inside you when I know you’re fertile,” he breathed. “I don’t care what you wanted to do today, cancel it. I’m going to need to fuck you a few dozen more times.”

I stretched, smiling up at the sky overhead. “I’m going to need breakfast first.”

He bucked his hips playfully, spilling me onto my hands and knees over him. “I know just the place.”

I rolled onto my back, taking in my surroundings for the first time. It only took a moment to realize that I recognized the boat and then a warm, tender feeling erupted in my chest.

“You were the boat that passed by the marsh every day,” I said.

He brushed his fingertips over my cheek. “I couldn’t stay away.”

We left the boat, which I scarcely remembered getting onboard the night before. The place turned out to be a bar along the shoreline. It was deserted when Viktor and I ducked inside, but the windows were thrown ajar and it smelled of fresh coffee. There was an attractive, blonde woman in jean shorts and a white t-shirt behind the bar. As we approached, she put her hand on her hip and shook her head.

“I figured you all would be dragging into my bar this morning,” she said. “I made the best hangover food there is. Beignets and coffee.”

“You are a lifesaver,” Viktor said, pulling a stool out for me. “Savannah, this is my wife, Sienna.”

She poured two steaming cups of coffee. “It’s nice to meet you, I heard all about you from Viktor, believe me. He can get chatty when he’s drunk.”

I smiled, studying her for a moment, unsure if I should be jealous. She was gorgeous and she seemed like she knew Viktor well, but there was also absolutely no chemistry between them. At that moment, a tall man with dark hair and striking black eyes walked into the bar and slapped Savannah across the backside.

“Jesus, calm down,” she hissed, but I caught her grin as she turned around to kiss him. “This is my husband, Viraj, he clearly doesn’t know how to not get handsy in front of people. It’s a problem.”

He kissed the side of her neck and ducked away. “You love it, darling,” he murmured in a faint British accent.

Savannah rolled her eyes as she set down a plate of fried bits of dough sprinkled in powdered sugar. The smell coming off them was mouthwatering and my stomach grumbled in response.

“Eat, eat,” she said, stepping back.

“Thank you,” I said gratefully, biting into one. God, these were heavenly.

“Now, I talked to Magnolia and she said you two were back together,” said Savannah. “If she’s right, thank God. You need to get this man off my bar and out of my hair, Sienna.”

Viktor cleared his throat, sitting back and crossing his arms. “Did you talk me into going to the club last night because you knew Sienna would be there? And is it possible that Magnolia was in on it too?”

Savannah shrugged. “It worked, didn’t it? And I don’t see you complaining.”

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