Page 92 of Smoke and Shadows

“Oh, I don’t know, I’m pretty pissed at you right now.”

Viktor immediately dropped to his knees and ran the back of his hands under the stretchy jersey skirt she had changed into. His fingers trailed up the back of her thighs before he palmed her ass, bringing her core right smack into his face.

“I can smell your arousal, duchess.”

“Drop that stupid nickname or I’m . . . Oh, God . . .” He just tongued her through the thin material.

“I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you scream.”

Marissa’s anger leaked out as Viktor continued his dirty talk. Telling her how he intended to make it up to her, how he was going to worship every inch of her.

He shoved the long skirt up and disappeared under it. Shifting one leg over his shoulder, she could feel him biting the inside of her thigh, brushing his nose only so slightly over the mound between her legs. She was certain that she was already drenched.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked. His hands squeezed her thighs in warning. Then his fingers nudged the scrap of silk out of the way and he began to lick her. Gently at first, just sliding his tongue right at the seam of her sex, and then growling, he parted her folds and started using both his tongue and mouth, alternately licking her opening and circling or sucking her clit. The pressure building between her thighs suddenly exploded. She was sure she had drowned Viktor with her orgasm, but he continued to wring it out of her.

Strength left her legs, but he propped her up, mumbling incoherently against her pussy, he continued to eat her like a man denied sustenance for too long. She watched his head move under her skirt, worried that he would suffocate underneath all that fabric, but he continued to lick her, even when her orgasm left her.

She wanted something else altogether now. She wanted his cock. A long wet ride on his big, gorgeous cock.

“Viktor—”

He groaned something like “A little more.”

The throbbing between her legs became incessant, she wanted him to pound into her.

“Viktor—”

His head suddenly appeared, and he was kissing her. His mouth, wet with her essence, devoured her lips. He yanked her hair down almost painfully. “Can’t get enough of you. I—love—your taste.” He was kissing her neck, nipping her,rubbing his erection against her stomach. His hands went under her skirt again and yanked her thong off and brought it up near her face.

“Smell yourself, Iz. That smell drives me crazy.” He pocketed her underwear, unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his zipper.

“This is going to be quick,” he grunted against her neck. “I’m so hard for you. I could drill into concrete.”

Her laughter was cut short when he lifted her legs around him, cupping her ass. His erection claimed her in one vigorous up-thrust. He stilled for a moment to let her get used to his size. He trailed his lips on her jaw before taking her in a deep, tongue-tangling kiss.

Then he began to move.

Slow measured strokes.

Each thrust slamming her back against the wall. Her hands gripped his shoulders, feeling the muscles bunching under her fingers. He continued to kiss her, a rumble resonating deep in his throat with each grind of his hips. Her deep-bellied need escalated, pulsing for release.

“Grip me with your legs,” he ordered. When she did, he wrapped one arm around her body and with the other braced against the wall, he increased his rhythm, pounding into her in earnest now. She could feel the girth and length of his cock stroking every crevice of her sex, exciting her bundle of nerves to an excruciating peak until she came apart. Coming so hard, she was sure she could never reach such heights again. Pulsing waves of pleasure twitched between her legs. Viktor tore his lips away from her and stared down at her as she found her release.

“You’re so beautiful, kitten. Love watching you—”

Her inner muscles clamped down on him.

“Fuuuuuck!” He unleashed a string of expletives as he buried his face into her neck. Hammering into her, his ownclimax following her own. He shoved inside her and stilled, spilling his cum. He spasmed several times, breathing hard.

Viktor threaded his fingers through her hair. They were both covered in a sheen of sweat. Sex sweat, the kind that just rises ever so slightly from the pores, but shrouds you in that pleasing afterglow.

“I hope I’ve regained those points,” Viktor murmured against her lips.

“Hmm . . . you’re probably a seven . . . ow.” He slapped her ass. “You’re a ten!” she laughed as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to bed.

He took off his jeans and shirt, and stretched out beside her.

“I was an ass earlier,” he muttered. “But you’re stuck with me, Iz. You belong to me and no one can get rid of me. Not your brother, not your parents, not even you.”