by Lylah James
The kiss went straight to my cock, and fuck me, I loved it. I loved being hard for this woman—I fucking loved wanting her.
Because I knew she wanted me just as much.
The kiss deepened, and the heat between us could probably scorch our skin. She clung to me, whimpering and kissing me harder, as if she wanted to bury herself into me—into my soul.
Valerie’s fingers curled around my hair, tugging and begging silently. We were lost—so lost in each other. We were drowning, and I’d rather drown than take my next breath.
And I wanted more.
I dragged my lips away from hers and made my way down, kissing her jaw and neck until I came in contact with her fucking collar.
We both stilled at the same time, our breathing harsh and heavy.
Our gazes locked, and I saw the heated look in her eyes—and through the heated look, I saw her pain and sadness.
Fuck me. She was going to kill me one day.
One look was enough to break my cold motherfucking heart.
Pulling Valerie to a sitting position, I moved closer until our bodies were molded together. She looked down at her collar, losing her soft smile in the process.
I lifted her chin up, our gaze meeting again. With a shake of my head, I touched our foreheads together.
“Don’t think about him, Valerie. It’s us. Just us. Me and you,” I mumbled, making sure she was seeing my words.
Valerie gave me a small nod, but I wasn’t satisfied with it. My hand went behind her neck, and I did something I had never done before.
Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened in shock.
My fingers met the lock behind her collar, and I unlatched it, removing the stupid collar from her neck.
Valerie froze, her breath leaving her. My heart was in my throat too, and I could barely breathe.
Her hand came up, touching her neck—her bare skin. Tears spilled down her cheeks, breaking my heart further.
“Shhh…don’t cry, myshka. Don’t cry,” I whispered, my voice coarse, kissing her tears away.
Her arms went around my neck, and she held on tight as I kissed her lips again. We kissed as I slowly removed her dress, our lips only leaving each other to pull her dress over her head before we were kissing again.
Her fingers unbuttoned my shirt, and I let her. She slowly peeled it off my body, her hand touching my bare chest. I sucked in a harsh breath and kissed her harder, nipping at her lips before groaning into the kiss.
My pants came off next while I laid her on her back again. Valerie never stopped touching me, her hands roaming my shoulders, my back—her nails digging into my skin—marking me as hers.
I wanted to tattoo those marks into my body, for them to never fade away. I wanted to wear those proudly and shout on top of the roof that my woman fucking gave them to me.
“Valerie…” I whispered against her lips.
She arched her back, and I slowly made my way down. I kissed a path down her neck until I reached those beautiful round globes. I took her bra off, and my eyes worshipped her tits.
So. Fucking. Perfect.
Small but big enough to fill my hands. Her nipples were a dark rosy color. My favourite kind. I wanted to feast on them for the rest of my life.
I kissed my way down, toward the valley of her breasts. My tongue peeked out, and I tasted a fully erected nipple. Hmmm.
I worshipped her tits with my mouth, teasing her nipples into fiery points. I licked the hardened buds and then sucked until she was arching her back and practically ripping my hair out.
My lips continued their downward path, tasting the skin of her stomach and leaving a wet trail. Her legs opened for me, and I smirked.
I wanted nothing between us, but right now, her panties were in the way. I shrugged and then ripped it away.
Well, there we go. Nothing in my way now. She was bare for me—completely at my mercy.
And I was the beast who was going to devour her sweet nectar.
She quivered in anticipation, her nails dragging almost painfully into my shoulders. I imagined how it would sound to have her begging for me.
I couldn’t hear her moans, but fuck, the way she was touching me, pulling my body closer to hers—I knew this was what she wanted.
I looked up to see her already looking at me. When I spoke, my voice was rough and husky to my own ears. Full of desire for this beautiful woman laid out for me.
“You’ve got me, myshka. You’ve got all of me, beautiful Valerie. Just wait a little longer. I need to make sure you’re ready for my cock, baby. I need to make sure your cunt is wet enough to take me deep inside you.”
Her lips parted in a silent moan, and her head fell back to her pillows, her eyes closing tightly. My gaze went back to my destination.
Her sweet pussy.
I pushed her legs wide to accommodate my shoulders, and I settled between her spread thighs, my head right over where I wanted to be.
My cock ached painfully, and I rubbed it against the mattress, hoping some kind of friction would help, but bad fucking idea. My length hardened more, and all it wanted was to be buried deep inside her cunt—fucking her into oblivion.
I kissed her quivering pussy. She writhed underneath me when I slowly dragged my tongue over her pussy lips, parting them so I could probe her entrance.
Her hips left the bed, her thighs tightening around my head. I chuckled against her wet pussy when she creamed my lips with more wetness.
She was so fucking wet that she was dripping on the bed, drenching the bedsheets with her desire. I inhaled her sweet scent and almost came right there while licking her cunt.
Holy. Fuck.
I didn’t know pussy could be this addicting. But apparently, it could be.
I lapped at her juices and then penetrated her entrance just with the tip. I sucked at her clit, biting softly at the tiny bud. When I pushed a finger inside her, she flinched and grabbed my head, pulling me closer into her pussy.
Plunging two fingers inside her, I sucked on her tender swollen clit—sending her into a frenzied orgasm. A growl escaped past my throat as I enjoyed the sweet nectar she was giving me.
She writhed against me as the climatic wave overtook her. Wetness pooled between her legs, creaming my fingers and lips until she was drenched and ready to take my cock.
I pulled up and smirked down at her face. Her eyes were still closed, her chest heaving with each breath. Her lips were pink and swollen from being freshly kissed. Her face was flushed and red—she was breathless.
And so fucking beautiful. And just like the paper swan I gave her, Valerie was delicate and fragile.
I quickly pulled down my boxers and settled between her thighs again. Her lips parted as she breathed, her eyes opening. They were unfocused on my face, and a lazy smile spread across her lips.
“You are so beautiful, Valerie. Do you know that? I want to look at you forever. You make my heart ache in a dangerous way,” I whispered before kissing her lips softly. “I can’t seem to get enough of you, my sweet myshka.”
I pulled away slightly, looking down at those gorgeous eyes of hers. “I am going to make love to you, baby.”
Valerie closed her eyes, her fingers biting into my shoulders again. I kissed her again, and a tear slipped down her cheeks.
Gripping my cock, I rubbed the tip against her wetness before finding her heated core and slowly thrusting inside, pressing into her body.
My eyes closed at the sensation, completely lost in this moment.
My heart cracked and then molded together again. What was once cold turned into warmth.
I grunted as I sunk into her snug pussy. Valerie shuddered under me, her arms tight around my shoulders.
My lips blindly found her again when I was fully seated inside her warmth. I stayed there, our bodies locked together.
I never thought a moment like this could be beautiful.
I never thought sex could be breathtaking.
But with Valerie…it was everything
and so much fucking more.
She trembled under my body, and then I heard quiet sobbing. What the—
My eyes snapped opened to find hers tightly shut. Her body was taut, tears spilling down her cheeks.
My eyes widened, and my heart stumbled, fear skyrocketing through me.
What have I done?
Panic coursed through my body, and I suddenly felt sick. I thought she wanted this, but did I misread the situation? I thought…the fiery need in her eyes told me she wanted me as much as I wanted her. But…
What have I done?
My self-control had snapped, and I had used her.
Just like Valentin had.
Fuck, I was worse.
She trusted me.
“No. No. No. Oh, my sweet Valerie. What have I done?” I choked while stroking her hair.
My cock was still buried deep inside her. Ashamed and sick to the stomach, I tried to pull away. Valerie’s eyes snapped open, and her lips parted in a silent cry, panic in her gaze.
I stilled as she shook her head, her throat working as she swallowed hard and cried at the same time.
More tears spilled down her cheeks, and Valerie—she clung to me as if in desperation.
Like I was her savior…her anchor…her everything.
“I am sorry,” I tried to say, but the words were like a rumble from my aching chest. I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against hers.
I couldn’t look at her—in her eyes—I couldn’t look at what I had broken when I had promised to fix her.
I tried to pull out of her heated core again but fuck—I couldn’t.
“…No…”
My heart stilled and then erupted with chaos.
This wasn’t possible…it couldn’t be. It couldn’t fucking be.
I stopped breathing only because I couldn’t.
I struggled with my next breath, and my eyes snapped open.
Valerie palmed my cheek, her other arm around my shoulder and pulling me closer. She wrapped her legs around me, her ankles locking around my thighs.
She moved her hips, thrusting my cock inside her again.
My gaze went to her lips
Valerie swallowed hard and shook her head again. Valerie took a deep breath through her tears and her lips parted again—as if to speak.
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.
My breath hiccupped as I gasped. He thrust his cock in easily, until he was fully seated inside my warmth. My whole body clenched tight at his sheer size, and I hiccupped back a sob.
Tears spilled down my cheeks as he continued to kiss me—claiming me softly. Just like he said. He was making love to me.
My heart shattered, the pieces flying apart.
Viktor obliterated me.
How could a man like him, a man born in the darkness—surviving in the darkness—hold so much gentleness in him?
Viktor thought he was the savage in the dark—what he didn’t realize was that he was the savage who brought me light in my own pile of darkness.
Viktor ruined me.
He tainted my soul with his own, placing an invisible bond there that marked me as his. He ruined me. For any other man. He made me his. Irrevocably his. Only his. Mind. Body. Soul.
For the first time, I gave someone my everything.
Viktor wrecked me.
The next time, my husband would to
uch me, his touch would be erased by the memories of Viktor’s. He wrecked me. And I wanted more of the damnation he had placed on my heart.
I felt him starting to pull out, and panic pressured over my chest. My eyes snapped open, and my lips parted with a silent cry.
“…No…”
My eyes widened, and I sobbed louder. My throat worked, painful. I didn’t hear it, but I knew Viktor heard it.
He heard me. No longer the mute broken soul.
No longer his silent myshka.
How this happened—how did I break years of silence—I couldn’t tell. But I knew the reason was right in front of me, his dark eyes penetrating mine.
Through blurred eyes, I could see him apologizing. He thought he hurt me, but little did he know…
He did hurt me. My soul was bleeding for him, only because I was scared our ending wouldn’t be happy. I was scared that this would be our last moment.
I lifted my hand up and caressed his cheeks, my tears leaving wet trails down my own. He was still buried deep inside me. Viktor tried to pull out again, but I clenched around his cock.
He gritted his teeth, and I imagined him hissing as I clenched again. My ankles locked around his thighs, and I thrust my hips upward. I gasped at the sensation.
“Please…Viktor.”
Viktor has given me something so precious and so fragile that it could be broken so easily. And I was scared. Scared of losing him. Scared of losing us.
Please. Please. Please.
His eyes were wide, his chest heaving with each labored breath. His gaze went to my lips, staying there for a moment before moving to my eyes again.
“Valerie…” he started and then shook his head, like he couldn’t believe this was happening.
I opened my mouth again, ready to speak. My throat was hurting, practically on fire. After years of not using it, the inside felt like it was being scratched raw and bleeding.
“…Viktor,” I muttered.
“Ah fuck!” he swore, his forehead dropping to mine, his eyes closing tight as if he were in pain.
I didn’t realize this would hurt him just as much. I didn’t realize that I had the power to destroy him.