Page 99 of Merciless Desires

And now, by some undeserved miracle, Natalia has not only endured my cruelty but chosen to remain willingly by my side. I'd scoff at the impossibility if her warm little body wasn't pressed trustingly against mine.

Unable to resist, I trail my fingers along the alluring curve from her hip to waist, swept up by fierce adoration. She stirs with a soft hum, blinking up at me drowsily.

"Can't sleep?" she murmurs.

I kiss her shoulder. "Just thinking."

She rolls to face me, blonde hair spilling over the pillows. Her fingers drift up to comb through my hair and I nuzzle into her touch like a tamed beast. No one else could ease the savagery inside me. Only her.

"What's troubling you?" She searches my face.

I smile wryly, brushing a knuckle over her plump bottom lip. "Wondering how I came to deserve you."

Her eyes soften and she presses closer, her lithe body conforming to mine exquisitely. "I could say the same about you."

The look in her eyes silences my doubts. She truly sees me as her hero, her savior. Unworthy as I am.

I kiss her tenderly, then growl against her lips, "You make me want things I have no right to dream of." A home. A family.

Her fingertips trace my jaw as she gazes at me solemnly. "Our dreams are only limited by what we allow ourselves to hope for."

Something fractures inside me at her words—the ruthless barriers guarding my heart. And I find myself clinging to this newfound hope she's awakened in me.

Natalia sees my naked vulnerability and kisses me sweetly. "Just hold me," she whispers.

I gather her close, marveling that she fits so perfectly against me, soft to my hard edges. Her hands skim over my back and shoulders as if she too is reassuring herself this is real.

We trade leisurely kisses, simply enjoying the sensual slide of lips and tongues unhurriedly. She is an intoxicant, her taste and scent sinking into my blood. I could get drunk off her.

My cock stiffens against her belly but for once I'm in no rush. Tonight I want to worship every inch of her unhurriedly.

I kiss lower, lavishing attention on her graceful neck as she tips her head back with a sigh, granting me access. Her fingernails scrape deliciously along my scalp.

"Viktor..." she breathes, already shivering with need.

"I've got you, little dove." My lips and tongue blazon a scorching trail down to her breasts and she arches into me eagerly. I could spend hours worshiping her breasts, but continue downward, nibbling along her ribcage and the indentation of her navel.

Her thighs fall open for me wantonly as I settle between them, my breath hot on her slick folds. Natalia moans, her spine bowing when my tongue finally caresses her swelling clit.

I draw out her pleasure ruthlessly with long laps and teasing flicks until she is writhing and gasping. Only when she's mindless with need do I ease two thick fingers into her snug channel, crooking them just so.

Her sharp cry and the clamp of inner muscles herald her climax and I gently coax her through every pulse and tremor. Natalia shudders, thighs clamped around my shoulders as ecstasy cascades through her. So absolutely gorgeous.

Eventually, I pepper kisses up her body, gathering her limp form close as her arms drape around me. I smile against her temple, privately delighted to have undone her so thoroughly.

When Natalia finally catches her breath, she frames my face in her hands, kissing me deeply. I groan into her mouth, my cock now throbbing almost painfully.

Wrapping her hand around my length, she guides me between her slick folds. We both exhale shakily as I sink into her welcoming heat. No matter how many times I take her, that first slow glide into her tight pussy threatens my control.

"You feel incredible," I grit out, withdrawing slowly before surging forward again. She whimpers, nails biting into my shoulders.

I keep my thrusts measured but deep, rolling my hips against her as we move together unhurriedly. Her ankles lock at the small of my back, holding me close.

We trade open-mouthed kisses, sharing breath. She clutches me tightly. "More, Viktor, please..."

Even now, I crave her pleas. Gripping her thigh, I lift it higher and drive into her at a new angle. Her sharp cry tells me I've found the sweet spot inside and I concentrate my efforts there, pistoning into her relentlessly.

"Yes, yes. Oh, god, don't stop!" she gasps, writhing beneath me. I bury my groans in her neck, focused only on the slick clasp of her around my cock and her broken cries of ecstasy.

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