“That’s it, baby. You clamp so fucking hard around me when you come,” he grumbles near my parted lips.
The waves of ecstasy keep hitting until Viktor enters me so hard, the slap of skin echoes through the room. With him buried deep inside me, his body jerks, and he lets out the sexiest groan.
Just as I start to come down, Viktor thrusts again, and it sends residual spasms through my body, making me twitch like a live wire.
His lips brush against mine as he praises me, “Such a good girl.”
When he slams into me for the last time, he presses his forehead to mine. “Feel that,moyaMalen'kaya Roza. We’re one.”
My lips curve up. “I love that.”
With the pleasure fading and our breaths returning to normal, Viktor pulls out of me. We both freeze at the same time.
My eyes widen when I feel something warm trickle out of me.
Viktor’s head snaps down, then he curses, “Blyad', I took you bare.”
“Oh shit,” I gasp, also looking down. The sight of Viktor’s hard length glistening with a mixture of my arousal and blood distracts me for a moment.
“I’m all for us having kids one day, but not now. I’ll get you a morning-after pill today.”
I nod. “Please.”
Viktor moves back until he’s resting on his knees, and it’s only then I really notice the tattooed star above each of his knees.
Before my thoughts can drift to when he kneeled in front of me, he swipes a finger through my slit.
My eyebrows fly up as he looks at the blood-tainted mixture. His eyes flick to mine, then he asks, “Did I take your virginity?”
“Yes.”
“Why did you lie?”
“I was self-conscious,” I answer honestly.
“Which other firsts do I own?”
A smile tugs at my lips. “Pretty much all of them except for kissing.”
Satisfaction darkens his eyes. “Good. So only I will know what your pussy tastes like and how you moan when you come.”
Using my left hand, I push myself up into a sitting position. “You’re also my first love.”
I’ve been infatuated before, but Viktor is the first man I’ve fallen irrevocably in love with.
“And I’ll be your last,” he says with a low tone, clearly stating he’ll never let me go.
Chapter 33
Viktor
I hand Rosalie the morning-after pill, then say, “You don’t have to take it. The choice is yours.”
“I’m so taking it,” she mutters, quickly swallowing it down with some water. “I’d like to actually live a little before having a baby.”
Right. She hasn’t had time to be happy. I want that for her.
I take hold of her hand, and weaving our fingers together, I ask, “Do you want to come with me to get Luna?”