Page 38 of Darkest Craving

VICTORIA

A shooting star splits the sky in half, a trail of glitter fading in its wake.

I watch through the open windows as I lie in my bed, when a patch of light from the hallway stretches on the wall.

The door opens, someone coming in quietly.

I don’t have to turn to see who it is. I know the sound of Wolf’s steps, can feel the scent of his body wafting over to me, subtle and alluring like it’s always been.

The mattress dips behind me. He doesn’t lie next to me. He sits. And when his scarred hand brushes my side in a gentle caress, I close my eyes, holding on to that feeling.

“You really went to war for me, didn’t you, love?”

I let the question linger unanswered, my mind focusing on that last word. I wonder who told him.

“It’s not every day that someone tells my father off the way you did. The entire house heard it. Corinne told me.”

Right. Of course she did.

Squeezing my eyelids tight, I ask him, “Did you get it?”

“At the next meeting. He’ll step down and appoint me. I don’t think he wants to do it, but… Mikhail said no, anyway.”

I let out a sigh of relief, and I swear my body actually feels lighter.

Like a huge stone has been taken off my chest, and I’m finally allowed to breathe.

I can’t believe I got through to his father.

Or maybe I didn’t. Maybe it was something else that did it.

I don’t care—I’m just glad he finally did the right thing toward his son.

“I didn’t deserve it,” Wolf says. “What you did for me. And you shouldn’t have put yourself in danger like that. He knows better than to lay a hand on you, but still, he’s a dangerous man, Victoria. And you went in there all by yourself.”

I shake my head against the pillow. “I don’t care. I know this doesn’t fix things between us, and it’s not why I did it, but it had to be done. Whether it was me or someone else, someone had to tell him those things.”

“Why, then, love? If you didn’t do it so I’d forgive you, why did you?”

I shift, deciding against telling him. “It doesn’t matter. I’m just glad it worked out.”

“Victoria,” he says, and I swear, the way he says my name heals something in me. It sounds so tender, so raw, as if he’s tired of denying me. Tired of the sadness he carries with him. I recognize it— and I’m tired too. “Come to me.”

Hesitantly, I turn on my other side, facing him. His eyes are bright under the moonlight and I bore mine into his, not knowing what I want to do next other than knowing I want him. All of him, forever. My life before him seems far away, unfamiliar.

“Wolf…”

He shakes his head. “No, love. I don’t deserve a single apology from those pretty lips. It was me. It was always me who had to say I’m sorry.”

“That’s not true. I…”

“You did nothing wrong. All you did was try to help your family. And you wouldn’t even have had to do that if it weren't for me. If I hadn’t kept things from you. If I hadn’t… fucking deluded myself into thinking I didn’t love you.”

“What?”

“You…” he breathes out, his control seeping from him like smoke in the air.

“You have made a fucking mess of me the moment I brought you into this house. I don’t know who I am anymore when I’m not with you, and I don’t even want to remember it.

All I want… is you.” His jaw clenches, and I suck in a breath because the aggression with which he says it says more than the words themselves.

He means it. “All I crave… is you. And it runs so deep, this craving, that I don’t know how to tame it. ”

I listen, heart lodged in my throat.

“It’s true, Victoria,” he says, dragging a hand through his hair, his voice hoarse. “I don’t mean to scare you, but I would drown this fucking world in blood for you. And not even you could stop me.”

My mouth parts, my very soul trembling on my lips, about to give itself over to him. I move to a sitting position, facing him. He’s breaking right here, in front of me, peeling layers of himself he’s never let anybody else see. Anybody but me.

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry for shutting you out. It was never about you. I’m fucked up…” He looks up. “I couldn’t see anything past the hurt, past the rage I felt when you went to her behind my back.” He swallows. “But even then… I never stopped loving you. How could I?”

My first tear falls, sliding down my cheek.

“You love me,” I say, voice breaking. A statement, not a question.

I never realized just how much I needed to hear it. To confirm it. Because deep down, I knew. I just never let myself believe it. Didn’t want to give it the power to crush me.

“Are you going to make me pay for my mistake?” I ask. “Because you should. You should…”

His gaze is raw, vulnerable. Such a strange sight on such a big, powerful man. On what was meant to be a monster, a cold-blooded criminal. He keeps silent, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

He leans in, reaching for me, and when our skin touches, his face twists with something I can’t name—relief, desperation, love, maybe everything at once.

His arms wrap around me, behind my knees, behind my back. And in the next second, he’s pulling me into him like he can’t bear the thought of being apart any longer.

WOLFGANG

My restraint is so brittle I barely make it to the door across the hallway.

I kick it open until it hits the wall, then let my wife’s body bounce on the mattress before me.

I pull my t-shirt above my head and get rid of it.

When I have her in my sight again, she’s there, legs spread, hair splayed over the sheets, watching me.

Her chest expands and retracts, her pouty lips parted, waiting for me.

I’ve never in my life seen something so beautiful.

I close the distance between us, unbuckling my belt on the way, slipping out of my pants. Leaning above her, I push her leg up with my knee, opening her up more. She mewls, brushing her hand down my naked chest until it reaches between us, fumbling for my cock beneath my boxer briefs.

I’ve rarely been naked around her. I used to just pull out my cock and fuck her bare. But that won’t do right now. I need to feel her everywhere, want her pressed so tight against my skin neither of us breathes properly.

I pull her nightgown up above her head, and she helps me by removing it fully. Her breasts are round, plump, ending with pointy nipples that graze against my chest when I lower on top of her. I groan into her neck, inhaling her scent, feeling her soft body under mine.

“My pretty girl,” I whisper against her neck before pulling her skin between my teeth.

Her flesh sinks under the pressure, delicate.

Raw. She arches, whimpering, and I lick the same spot for comfort.

She stretches her neck, showing me more skin, giving me more of her.

Sweet, submissive, and even when I have her, I want her more.

I bring my mouth down, the sweet scent of her pussy drawing my tongue there.

She’s pink, open. I can’t wait to stuff her with my cum.

To see it swollen and white as she pulses through her orgasm.

For now, I swipe my tongue over her entrance, groaning as I push it inside.

She’s already wet, and when I pull out, I can feel her arousal dripping onto my chin.

My tongue darts out, catching it so I can swallow it.

She whimpers, arching her pussy upward. And I give her everything she needs.

Simultaneously, I slip out of the boxer briefs, taking my hard cock in my hand.

After stroking it a few times, I straighten up and guide it to her entrance.

The moment it touches those soft, sensitive walls, I close my eyes, lowering my head into the crook of her neck.

“I love you.” I push in all the way, and we breathe out in tandem.

She’s locked in place now. And nothing could take me away from this moment. My peace… my sanity… it’s all here, between Victoria’s legs, above her perfect body, where she chooses me again and again. I thrust deep and slow, finding parts of me I never truly met. Hope… longing…

My humanity.

She takes everything I give her, moaning through every stroke. Her warm voice spreads out into the room, into the hallway. I grab her throat, and she gasps. Then I put my mouth to hers, swallowing her whimpers whole.

“I love you,” I tell her again.

I flip her over, hovering above her back as I guide my cock back inside her.

“I love you…” I say once more.

Goosebumps spread across the surface of her skin. I dig my hand into her ass cheek, pulling, kneading as I fuck her. Her nails rake against the sheets, stretching her arms above her head. Wrapping my hand around her hair, I pull her head to me.

“Say it, love. Repeat what I just said.”

A whimper. “Y-You love me.”

“I do.” I breathe out, pulling my cock out of her pussy, sliding back inside. “Yes, that’s right, Victoria. Your husband fucking loves you, and this needy pussy, and everything you are and ever were.”

“Oh, God…” Her throat catches, body arching back into mine. “Wolf…”

I let go of her hair, pushing two fingers into her mouth, keeping her bent backward toward me. Her eyes slide to mine, hooded and with a soft crease between them.

She’s close. And fuck, so am I.

“Mm-hmm.” I whisper in her ear, voice scattered by my own broken breathing. “Come all over your husband’s cock, love.”

I ram into her a few more times, her channel wet, warm, and pulsing. I slide in and out with ease, looking down between our bodies. My cock is smeared with her wetness, and the smell drives me fucking crazy. Sweet and erotic. I could wear it on my skin, so everyone knows we’re one.

She cries out, the sound muffled by my fingers. When she comes, I come with her, spilling my cum deep inside her. She finishes before me, sliding back down on the bed. But I’m not done stuffing her.

Her little pussy takes and takes, and I swear it grips me tighter, squeezing every last bit I give her. It’s already spilling out of her, even though she’s plugged with my cock. She shifts under me, mewling, as if she’s still seeking friction. So I don’t pull out.

I lie down next to her, pulling her with me until I’m spooning her.

“Shhh,” I say, caressing her soft breast, cupping it with my palm. “Don’t move, love. We’ll wait right here, right as we are, until we can continue. Until I can slide right out of your pussy and sink into your ass.”

Her chest expands beneath my palm, and she nods as she regulates her own breathing, nestling deeper into my arms. Minutes later, when my cock lengthens once more, I wrap my hand around her hip and lift her leg on top of mine, sliding out of her cunt slowly.

Cum gushes out with it, and it’s enough to lubricate her tight little asshole. Enough to stretch it without hurting her.

“Good girl,” I drawl, praising her through it, kissing the lobe of her ear. Keeping her tight at my chest as I sink inside her. “Now say it again. Tell me how much I love you, so I know you believe it.”

She sucks in a breath, her ass clenching around me.

“Y-You love me. And you forgave me. A-And you want all of me. My husband loves me.”

Fucking hell…

I close my eyes, burying my face into her hair.

I speak to her, my voice muffled now as I fuck her ass, not even knowing if she can understand it.

But I repeat her words back to her. Then I beg for her forgiveness, because without her, I’m just a man.

A man with no purpose, no aim. A man I never want to be again.