But warning bells were starting to go off in my head. Viktor was amazing, but why was he trying to keep me here? Couldn’t he just tell me he was falling for me? Because I was falling so damn hard for him, I had no idea how I was going to walk away. I had no idea how I was supposed to start a new life somewhere without looking back all the time wondering what if.
“You can’t do this to me,” I said when Viktor stood in front of me, looking at me as if his whole world was wrapped up between the two of us standing here together.
He didn’t answer me. He just looked at me with an expression filled with so much affection, I struggled to think straight.
Viktor lifted his hand and brushed a stray strand of hair out of my face. The touch of his fingertips was so light on my temple, but sparks of electricity travelled over my skin where he touched me. My body responded to his, warmth washing through me and pooling between my legs, and I leaned into his hand.
He cupped my cheek, tipped my head up, and brought his lips down to mine.
How many times had he kissed me? Countless, at this point. But every time he did, it felt like the first time. I melted against him, moaning into his mouth. His lips were hot on mine, and his large hand was warm against my cheek.
Viktor lifted his other hand and slowly, deliberately, he ran it down my neck. His hand was large, his fingers wrapping around my neck. He was enormous, his hands large enough that he could really do damage if he wanted to. But he always treated me as if I were delicate. That, to me, was the definition of power. Not the ability to crush someone, but a man knowing his strength, when to use it, and when to hold back.
That was one of the biggest turn-ons when it came to Viktor.
And even though I didn’t know what he wanted, or where we were headed, or why he was being so cryptic about everything, I couldn’t resist him.
He ran his hand onto my breast, and my nipples tightened, responding to his touch. He kneaded my flesh, his strong fingers working their magic before he tugged my shirt down, followed by the cup of my bra. He kissed his way down my neck, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and I moaned softly.
Viktor licked across the sensitive skin on the swell of my breast before he sucked my nipple into his mouth. I pushed my fingers into his dark hair and tipped my head back. His attention to my nipples was a direct line to my wetness, and my core tightened, begging for more. I reached for Viktor’s shirt and pulled it up. He let go of me for long enough to help me tug it over his head, and to help me get rid of mine. I undid my own bra, so that we both stood topless.
Viktor wrapped his arms around me, and my breasts pushed against his naked chest. He kissed me again and I shivered.
“Wait,” he said, breaking the kiss. “You’re cold.”
I shook my head, but Viktor stepped away from me and rekindled the fire. He made quick work of it, as I watched him. The cold breeze in the room gave me goose bumps, and my nipples were both erect, but it wasn’t because I was cold.
When the fire crackled in the hearth, growing in intensity and warmth, Viktor disappeared into the room. He came back with a large, fur blanket I hadn’t seen before and spread it out in front of the fire. He took my hand and pulled me down onto the fur with him, then kissed me again. His large hand cupped my breast, and I moaned as he touched me, my chest rising and falling as my breathing became erratic with my lust for him.
I ran my hand down his perfect abs and onto the bulge in his pants. His erection curled against his jeans, straining to get out. I undid his belt and his zipper and pulled his cock out, setting it free. I ran my fingers up and down his shaft, and he groaned. He moved his mouth to my ear and kissed it before he nibbled so gently it didn’t hurt. His breath against my ear made me shiver.
One hand was still on my breast. The other moved over my stomach and to my jeans. He undid them deftly and pushed his hand into my panties. I let go of his cock and pushed my jeans over my ass and to my knees so I could open my legs for him. When his finger slid into me, gliding past my clit and pushing into my entrance, I cried out. Viktor only finger fucked me a few times before he pulled out. He stood on his knees, his cock pointed at me, the tip slick with need for me, and I couldn’t resist.
I leaned down, pulled my hair back with one hand, and sucked him into my mouth. Viktor moaned, his hand on my head, encouraging me to take him in deeper. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could without gagging. He lifted my hair into a ponytail and held onto it while I bobbed my head up and down, sucking his cock.
He bit out a few Russian curse words. God, it was so fucking sexy when he spoke Russian. I sucked him harder, faster. Viktor moaned and groaned and bucked his hips. I wanted to take more of him in, but he was enormous.
“Kitn,” he mumbled, and I stopped, looking up at him from where I was on all fours. “Turn around, Angel.”
I didn’t let him ask me twice. I loved it when he fucked me from behind. I was dripping wet and aching to have him inside me. When my ass was pointed to him, he didn’t push into me the way I’d thought he would. Instead, he found my clit again and started slowly rubbing circles around it, teasing, slowly working me into a frenzy. Every now and then, he ran his fingers over the right places, but most of the time, he kept me wanting and waiting by working me up and not giving me what I wanted most.
I moaned in complaint and he chuckled. “What do you want, Malen kiy?”
“I want to come,” I pleaded.
He leaned over me, his mouth against my ear again. “I want you to beg for it. I want you to tell me how much you want me to fuck you. Tell me how badly you need me to make you come.”
“Please,” I whimpered as he continued teasing me, his fingers touching me everywhere except where I desperately wanted him to. With his other hand, he kneaded and squeezed my ass, and I could feel how wet I had become, so ready for him to take me.
“What is it, kitn?” he asked, as if he had no fucking idea.
“Please, let me come, Viktor,” I begged. “Please.”
He chuckled, shifted, and before I could ask again, he plunged his dick into me. God, he felt so good. He fucked me from behind, hard and fast, his balls slapping against my pussy, fingers digging into my hips. I screamed in pleasure, getting closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm, but when I was so close I could almost taste my release, Viktor slowed down.
“Do you like that, Angel?” he asked. “Do you like it when I keep you on the edge?”
I trembled, not knowing how to answer. I loved it when he played with me like this. But I hated it too. I just wanted a release.
He reached around me, finding my clit again, and slowly drew circles around the sensitive bud while he slowly, sensually, stroked his cock in and out of me.
“I want you to ache for me, Angel,” he murmured. “I want you to beg for a release, to beg for me to fuck you until you can’t beg anymore.”
God, I wanted it so badly. “Fuck me, Viktor,” I cried. “Fuck me hard. Please.”
He chuckled and started moving in and out of me harder and faster. His cock pushed all the way into me, reaching my end, his fingers playing with my clit. Just how I wanted him to.
The orgasm crashed over me in no time at all. I cried out as it broke, and my body tightened around his cock, squeezing him, my muscles contracting around him. He began to thrust with wild abandon. I cried out, the climax intensifying. My breasts slapped together as my body rocked back and forth, and the heat of the pleasure was so intense, my skin broke out in a thin sheen of sweat. The heat from the fire was far too hot now that our friction was generating more heat than was necessary for such a small cabin.