Page 35 of Married to the Don (Kornilov Bratva Duet 1)

If I thought his kiss was delicious, this is another level entirely.

Warmth spreads through me like honey. I rock my hips up to meet him, shameless in my desire for more and more. For everything he can possibly give me.

I feel the moment my thoughts flip from pleasure to need, and Viktor must feel it too. His movements become purposeful. He circles a thumb over my center, matching the rhythm of his mouth, and I curl my hands in his dark hair and tug.

My thighs clamp around his ears, and I arch my back, squeeze my eyes closed, and hold my breath as the axis of my world seems to shift.

When I release, it’s as though my heart is beating in every atom of my body. Everything is ebbing and flowing with life and warmth, and it’s only when I feel a hand cover my mouth that I realize how loudly I’m moaning.

Viktor crawls over my body, and when I open my eyes, I see him looking down at me, his eyes sparking with amusement and something resembling pride.

“If I pull my hand away, do you promise not to wake Theo?”

I feel too good to be annoyed by his cockiness. I lift my shaky legs and curl them around his body, hooking my ankles behind his back.

That’s when I feel the stiffness between his legs.

“My turn,” I say, unhooking my legs and pushing on his chest.

Viktor is more than capable of resisting my shove, but he allows me to push him onto his back and crawl over him.

There is no need to delay the inevitable. We’re both ready for this, so I crawl off him and find his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans. Inside is a small foil packet. I tear it open with my teeth and slide the condom over him in one deft movement. He watches me with predator-like focus as I position him at my opening and sink down.

The amusement in his eyes fades. The small smile on his lips turns downward into determination as he grabs my hips and slides me over him.

I reach back to grab my hair with one hand, pulling it out of my face, and Viktor slides his hand from my hip to my breast. His palm is warm as he rolls it across my skin, pebbling the skin beneath it.

Goosebumps bloom over my body like a cold wave. I close my eyes and lean back, rolling across him.

He is so big. I feel my body stretching and stretching, and I keep waiting for it to stop but it doesn’t.

“I didn’t take you for a dirty talker,” he grunts, gripping my hip with one hand and thrusting into me forcefully.

Again, I didn’t realize I’d spoken out loud, but based on the way his pupils are blown wide, I don’t suspect Viktor minds.

I push his hand away and lean forward, pressing kisses to his smooth chest and across his neck while he thrusts upwards shallowly. When I reach his mouth, I bite his lower lip between my teeth and tug.

“You don’t know anything about me.”

Viktor clamps his hands over my backside while he slides slowly in and then out. “I’d love to learn.”

I lift myself up and drop back onto him, and his eyes close as he sighs. Then, before I can react, he has flipped us over so he’s on top. His hands are pressed into the mattress on either side of my head, his face cast in shadow.

“For instance,” he says, sliding out of me slowly. “Do you like it rough?”

At the same moment he speaks, he crashes into me with all his weight. My back arches against the intrusion, and then I adjust around him again. My heart is thundering in my chest and it feels like it might burst clean through my rib cage.

“Or gentle?” he asks, following the movement with a softer one.

I clamp my hand on his lower back, anchoring myself so I can rise up to meet him, and Viktor smiles.

“Rough, okay,” he says, nodding. “See? I’m learning things already.”

I’m tired of the games. Of the talking. I want him inside of me, falling apart because of how good it feels. I want him beside himself with pleasure.

I curl my hand around his neck and pull him down until our lips meet. His breath is warm, and I slip my tongue into his mouth, tasting him fully.

Viktor’s hands glide over my breasts and tangle in my hair. He grips my waist and drives into me. He moans into my mouth and pulls away to catch his breath, his eyes closed. With every connection of our bodies, he seems to grow a bit wilder, his movement becoming harried and frantic.

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