Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Finally, he releases my hips and falls onto the bed face down beside me. He turns his head to face me as I push my legs out and lay flat. We’re both a wreck, gasping and panting. I don’t think I’ll ever feel pleasure like that again. Judging by the way Viktor tries to speak and can’t quite form any words yet, I think that was as good for him as it was for me.
We lay that way for so long that I start to shiver with the cold. I want to get back beneath the covers, but the thought of reaching down and pulling it over me is too much effort. Viktor must see that I’m shivering. He pushes himself up off his stomach and reaches down, covering us up. I smile gratefully at him and roll onto my side so that when he lays back down beside me, I can put my arm around his waist.
He wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer.
“Did the earth move for you?” he asks with a smirk.
“I felt like I was inside a washing machine.” I grin.
He laughs and I start laughing with him.
“Seriously,” I say when my laughter has passed. “That was so fucking intense. Is it always like that?”
“To be honest, I’ve been with my fair share of women, and I have never felt anything that even comes close to what we just had,” he says. He pauses and then goes on. “But something tells me that with us, it will always be like that.”
I smile as he leans closer to me and kisses me. My hold on him tightens as we kiss. This kiss is different from the other kisses we’ve shared this morning. The other kisses were full of passion and longing and a shared desperation for us to come together and I loved them. But this one is by far the best kiss.
It’s soft and gentle, sensual in its nature. It’s the sort of kiss shared by two people who are in love. The sort of kiss romance writers talk about, that no one really believes exists until they’ve had it. It’s fair to say Viktor has just made a believer out of me.
We hold each other and look into each other’s eyes for a long time. My body still feels too heavy to move and I can feel myself getting sleepy again. Viktor looks like he’s about ready to fall asleep too. He moves his fingers in a lazy circle on my back and the sensation makes me feel sleepier and sleepier as he does it. I yawn and he smiles.
“I know that feeling,” he says.
He closes his eyes and I do the same, but a second later I open mine.
“Viktor?”
“Mmm,” he replies sleepily.
“When can we do that again?”
“Are you trying to finish me off?” he laughs.
“No,” I say. “But there are way worse ways to go right?”
“Damned right,” he says.
He opens his eyes long enough to kiss the tip of my nose and then closes them again.
“Soon. We can do that again soon,” he mumbles.
His fingers stop moving as he falls asleep, and I feel his arm getting heavier on me. I lay awake for a while, just watching him sleep, marveling at how someone like me could ever get so lucky as to have a man as gorgeous as him want me. I don’t want to go to sleep. I just want to lie here and enjoy this moment for as long as I can, but try as I might, I can’t resist the pull of sleep for much longer, and eventually, I snuggle closer to Viktor, close my eyes and let sleep take me.
25
VIKTOR
Marcus, my right-hand man, calls to say his vacation is going to be a long one as he has been in an accident and broken his leg. I tell him to take as long as he needs to heal. I have bigger problems, much bigger problems to solve.
I spend the next few days focused on the fire. Or rather the aftermath of it. I speak to the police several times, although it feels pointless. I’m certainly not about to tell them anything about Igor – I’ll be dealing with him personally – and they don’t seem to have any leads at all.
A whole fucking building was blown up and people lost their lives, and the police don’t have a fucking clue what happened or why. And then they wonder why people take justice into their own hands.
The officers investigating the fire claim that it’s a priority, but it sure doesn’t feel like it is. If it was, they would have something by now. Whether Igor set the fire personally, or had someone else do it for him, that person didn’t just materialize in the kitchen out of thin air. A surveillance camera must have picked him up or someone had to have seen him coming or going from the restaurant.