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I came again, and it was different, less desperate, almost luxurious, slow ripples of pure pleasure that went on and on as he thrust into me and our bellies slapped together fast.

“Oh, Viktor,” I moaned breathlessly, running my nails down over his back to his clenched ass and grinding against him. It set him off, he thrust in deep and buried his face in my shoulder, letting out hoarse animal sounds against my skin as his cock shuddered inside me.

“Oh God,” I gasped softly in his ear as bliss rolled through me again. “Oh, Viktor. I love you. I love you.”

It was only after we’d laid there tangled up and catching our breaths for a while that I realized what I’d said. And by then, it was too late. I could tell from his smile as he dozed on my shoulder that he’d heard it.

But I wouldn’t have taken it back anyway.

Chapter 27

Viktor

I woke up in the dark, wondering for a moment where I was and then remembered I was in Emma’s uncle’s penthouse. And Emma was sleeping peacefully next to me.

Before meeting Emma, I wasn’t inclined to spend the evening with a woman, I’d had my share of one night stands over the years and had a few short relationships. But everything was always on my terms, the woman would never visit my house, if anything our assignation would be at a hotel room and afterward she would leave, satisfied. Perhaps this was a rather empty way to live, but for most of my adult life it had served me well. While there are no rules to say that a pakhan cannot have a family, relationships and close ties often resulted in weakness—and weakness was something a man of my standing could not afford to show.

However, for the past month and a half I had drifted into an easy companionship with this woman, and having her lie beside me at night, close where I could protect her, seemed to be the most natural thing in the world. Earlier, Emma had said she loved me, words spoken in the height of passion were often untrue. But also, when one’s defenses are down, can be the time where one can be the most open and honest. Normally hearing a woman say that she loved me caused fear to surge through my body, I was not about love or softness. I had sex, I fucked. I did not make love.

In the time I had known Emma I was finding myself becoming more fascinated with her, and truth be told, I wondered what I would do once I had enacted my revenge upon her uncle. I couldn’t let her go, that I was certain of. While initially I might have crudely decided to seduce her, to get her on side, after two days when it became clear that her uncle was leaving her to her fate, I realized that I had no use for her in my plan for vengeance. But now, weeks later it appeared that we were true allies.

I felt her warm body shift against mine, and my cock stiffened automatically. She must have felt the hardness against her perfect ass because she moaned and snuggled closer to me. Before I knew what I was doing my lips were on the nape of her neck.

“Viktor?” her voice sounded sleep muddled, but curious.

“Did I wake you?” I asked, in full knowledge that I had hoped she would wake. I found that I couldn’t get enough of this beautiful, intelligent, resourceful woman. I had truly met my match. I moved my hand down and cupped her ass, kneading the soft flesh and she moaned in response, before turning around to face me, the movement caused the blankets to shift around my cock and my hips rocked in response.

We were now facing one another, the dim moonlight reflecting on her pale skin, her dark eyes languid in the soft glow. I hissed as her hand found my shaft and her fingers stroked me, their heat causing a jolt of electricity straight to my balls.

“Go back to sleep,” I whispered.

“Do I seem like a woman who wants to sleep?” she laughed gently, as her fingers tightened around me, I felt her hot breath on my neck as her tongue slowly licked its way up, tasting the sensitive skin at the edge of my beard. Fuck, what was this woman doing to me? I couldn’t get enough of her. I was supposed to be the seducer in this scenario, yet here she was, lighting all sorts of fires.

Two could play at this game, I thought as I captured her hand and put it to my mouth and pressed my lips against it, then traced patterns on her palm with my tongue. Small licks and circling, so she’d know exactly where I wanted my mouth to be.

“How wet are you?”

“Very,” she answered.

“Let me be the judge of that,” I teased, as I started kissing my way down her body. Capturing first one nipple and then the next, pulling and sucking them to hard peaks as she moaned beneath me. My tongue paused over her belly button then I started licking downwards. I could feel the heat of her body against me. I stopped and rubbed my mouth over her slit and was rewarded with a gasp.

With one hand cupping her ass, I slid a finger along her slit and parted her lips. “Look how wet you are for me.” Coating myself in her juices I slipped a finger inside her, moving slowly, coaxing, then I slipped it out and brought it to my lips. “You taste so good, Emma.”

Her hips shifted exposing her delicious pussy to me, glistening and soaked. I gently sucked her clit which resulted in another low moan. I could feel my cock heavy and hard, precum beading on the tip, the urge to be inside her was overwhelming.

“Want you, “Emma sighed huskily as she pulled me closer.

I reached over to the nightstand and quickly pulled out a condom. Rolling it down my length I notched my cock at her entrance. I’d always prided myself on my ability to fuck for hours, but somewhere I realized that what we were doing tonight wasn’t fucking. Emma might have said the words, but I was making love to her. I’d tried to deny it to myself, but the feelings that she was bringing to the surface were something I’d not experienced before. I wanted to be with this woman, I wanted to protect her, I wanted to nurture her, I wanted to grow old with her and where once thoughts such as this would have made me want to run in the opposite direction, now I could only run toward her.

And I realized I had been wrong, love doesn’t make you weak, instead love could give you strength you didn’t realize you had.

“You know, when I first met you all I could think about was how you’d feel underneath me,” I whispered throatily. “About being inside you and fucking you all night long.” I didn’t mean to say it out loud, but the words kept coming as I slowly entered her. “I’m addicted to you, Emma, it’s like you’ve seen who I am, and you accept it all. The good, and the bad.”

“I can’t get enough of you, either, Viktor.” She wrapped her arms around me, and I could feel her nails digging into my shoulders as she pulled me closer. Her pussy was tight around my cock, gripping me as I filled her with every inch. “I wish we could stay like this forever and forget about the world.”

“I want you to be my world,” I said.

Her hips rocked against me, and her lips brushed my neck. “I meant what I said earlier,” she whispered. I detected the note of caution in her voice.