Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
My gut spasmed and my body trembled, my ears throbbing and praying to listen to her. Wishing this was real.
Her eyes were filled with so much pain—but I saw something else there.
She was staring at me like I was her everything. Like I was her whole world—the moon, the sun, the light, the darkness—everything.
When my ears picked up the next word, this time I was sure it wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t a fragment of my imagination.
It was real.
It was her.
Valerie decimated me.
She left me bleeding, the inside of my soul scratched and cut open.
Valerie annihilated me.
Her arms tightened around me, and she curled into my embrace, forcing herself into my soul.
Valerie destroyed me.
Her sweet faint voice, unused and barely out of her throat…destroyed me.
“Please…Viktor.”
Chapter 32
Valerie
I was drunk, high on Viktor, his touches driving me to the point of insanity. There was no other way to describe what I was feeling.
What started out as a kiss, just a simple kiss—turned into something so much more. I was naked underneath him, my neck bare of the collar that kept me trapped—my soul open to his. Our hearts dancing to the same wild, beautiful symphony.
Viktor has given me pleasure that I had never known before. What used to be my dreams was now my reality. The way he touched me, his hands, his lips filled with certainty, as if he knew how to play me, a master at playing the notes of my body.
A moan and then a groan. A whimper and then a shudder. My body craving what he was giving me—becoming an addict to his sinful touches.
I should have been cowering away from him, but my arms were opened wide. His beautiful heart was tainted—and I wanted him to tarnish mine. With each kiss, I fell deeper into his soulless eyes.
With each nibble on my skin, my body grew soft and pliant underneath his. My legs spread to accommodate his body. The heating core between my thighs pulsed, almost aching with need.
I could feel my dripping wetness, my body working itself—ready to take him inside of me, very much how a female’s body prepares itself, for breeding—to take her mate between her legs and inside her clenching core, and for her womb to nourish his seeds.
The pressure deep at the bottom of my stomach built, flooding my mind and body like molten lava. Sweat slid down across my skin, my body warm—too warm. The feel of him against me, rubbing against my sensitive skin, the sensation driving an igniting pleasure between my thighs. My body was hyperaware of every inch of my Viktor.
In this moment, the world could have gone into a dark chaos, casting us all into a never-ending oblivion and still, I wouldn’t have noticed. I wouldn’t have cared. All that mattered was Viktor and for him to keep touching me.
I caught his fevered eyes when he crawled back over my body. His lips glistened with my sin, the sweetness that had dripped for him and he’d tasted on his lips.
My fingers tangled in his black hair, my eyes staring into the pools of his aroused dark eyes. I could smell liquor from his breath. I inhaled his scent, a masculine, earthy smell, and his unique cologne teased my nostrils. I breathed him in again, the scent that only belong to Viktor.
I filled my senses with him while my hands never stopped exploring every inch of his chest and back. I memorized every indent, every curve, every bone, and every muscle twitch.
His skin was covered with tattoos—my fingers tracing them, but when his head tilted to the sides and he claimed my lips again, I decided that I would explore another time.
His lips were firm on mine, the kiss hard, like him. Male, Viktor, mine. My heart had claimed him before, and now my body was ready for him.
Sparks tingled across my skin, and I was breathless as the kiss felt like it was never ending. I could taste my own tang on his lips, and I savored it as he plunged his soft tongue between my lips, kissing me deeper. My eyes closed, kissing him back with just the same passion.
I felt his hard length between my thighs as he pressed against my weeping slit, so wet and sticky. Viktor rubbed his tip against me, coating himself with my cream. His hardness teased my clit, making my empty core clench desperately for him to fill me.
My toes curled, and my thighs spread wider when he touched my entrance, pushing the slightest bit against my slits. My back bowed and I panted, waiting on edge.
Instead of thrusting inside of me hard, like I had expected him to, he slowly pushed himself inside me. Viktor took his time, taking me slow, letting me accommodate to this size. He held himself over my body, his kisses turning sweet and gentle.