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He gathered me into his arms and held me close, brushing my damp hair away from my face. “You are so incredibly divine when you let go like that,” he murmured, his lips grazing my temple. “The way you look when you come apart for me… You’re fire and silk, and I’m a ruined man.”

His heated words and the awe in his voice sent a thrill racing through me. I felt powerful, desired, cherished. Adored. I never wanted the feeling to end.

I tilted my head to gaze up at him, still catching my breath. Victor’s eyes were dark and hooded, pupils wide with arousal. His hard, hot length pressed insistently against my hip. I shifted, hooking a leg over his waist to draw him closer.

“I want to make you feel good too.” I slid my hand down his chest and abdomen to wrap around his thick shaft. “Let me…”

Victor groaned, his hips flexing into my touch. But he caught my wrist, stopping my exploration. “Not this time, angel,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Right now, this is all about you.” He chuckled. “But not to worry, I’m enjoying myself immensely.”

His dark eyes roamed over my body like a physical caress, igniting flames under my skin wherever his gaze lingered. He traced a finger down the center of my chest, circling each nipple before continuing lower. I squirmed beneath his touch, still sensitive from before.

“Are you ready for more, my darling?” He skimmed his fingertips along the crease of my thigh.

“Yes,” I breathed, arching into his touch.

He settled his weight on top of me, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat. He was hot and hard, nudging against me. But he made no move to take things further, seemingly content to let the anticipation build until I was mad with wanting.

“Victor,” I moaned. “Please…”

“You’ll have to be more specific. Tell me exactly what you want.” His voice was a low, seductive rumble that I felt all the way to my bones.

“I want you.”

He pressed his hips against mine. “You want me to what?”

The heat of his body seared into mine everywhere we touched, igniting a raging inferno within me.

“I want you inside me,” My voice shook. “I need to feel you, all of you. Please, Victor.”

His lips curved in a slow, sensual smile. “I love hearing you beg for me,” he purred. “Keep going.”

I swallowed hard, desire and desperation overriding any lingering timidity.

The words tumbled out in a rush. “I ache for you,” I confessed, my fingers digging into his arms. “I’ve never wanted anything or anyone the way I want you.

” My face flushed at my boldness, but I was too far gone to care.

I needed him like I needed air. “Please, Victor. Make me yours.”

His voice was gravel and heat. “Spread your legs for me, angel,” he commanded.

I did as I was told, opening myself completely to him.

“Wider.”

My hips ached, but I obeyed happily.

He pressed his tip against me, teasing me with the promise of fulfillment. “Shall I tell you what I want?”

I nodded.

“I want to claim you completely,” Victor growled. “To make you mine in every way possible. I want to bury myself inside you until you can’t tell where I end and you begin.”

He rocked his hips, teasing me without entering. My body trembled with need.

“I want to hear you scream my name as I make you shatter over and over again,” he continued, every word steeped in passion and possession. “To feel you fall apart around me, to know that I’m the only one who can give you this kind of pleasure.”

A shudder of anticipation raced through me. I arched my hips. “Please, Victor.”

“So beautiful,” he murmured, “and all mine.” His voice was low, commanding—dangerous in the way that thrilled me. “Say it, Barbara. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” The words spilled out, raw and certain. “Only yours, Victor.”

With a low groan, he slowly pushed inside me, stretching and filling me exquisitely. I gasped at the delicious burn, digging my fingers into his shoulders as I adjusted to his impressive size. Victor stilled once he was fully seated, giving me time to acclimate.

“God, you feel incredible,” he rasped, his voice tight with the effort of restraint.

Victor began to move, slowly at first, with long, deep strokes that made me gasp and shudder. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure radiating through my body as I met him thrust for thrust.

“That’s it, angel.” His voice dropped to a low rumble against my ear. “Take all of me.”

He gradually increased his pace, his hips snapping forward with more force. The room filled with the sounds of our mingled gasps and moans, skin on skin. Victor kissed his way to my neck, sucking and nipping as he drove into me relentlessly.

“You’re mine,” he growled against my throat. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours,” I gasped, arching into him. “Only yours, Victor. Always.”

He slammed his hips forward, and I screamed, unable to hold back.

I was lost in a haze of sensation—the delicious friction of him moving inside me, the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress, the heat of his skin against mine.

Every nerve sang. Victor’s pace grew more frenzied, his thrusts deeper and harder.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

“Oh God, Victor!” I cried out. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

He groaned, digging his fingers into my flesh as he pounded into me. “Never,” he growled. “I’ll never stop. You’re mine now, Barbara. Mine to worship, mine to cherish.”

The coil of tension in my core wound tighter and tighter with each thrust. I was teetering on the edge, so close to shattering completely. Victor adjusted his angle to grind his pelvis against me with each stroke. Every muscle in my body tensed until, at last, without control, I exploded.

“Victor!” I cried out as ecstasy crashed over me in waves. My body clenched around him rhythmically as heat poured through me. I clung to him desperately, raking my nails down his back as I shuddered and convulsed beneath him.

Victor groaned, his hips stuttering as my bliss triggered his. With a final powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me and found his release. His entire body shuddered, and he buried his face in the crook of my neck as he gasped my name like a prayer.

We lay tangled together, our skin warm and dewy, hearts pounding as we caught our breath. Victor’s weight anchored me to the mattress, keeping me grounded even as I floated in a blissful haze. The tips of my fingers and toes tingled like radio static.

After a long moment, he lifted his head to gaze at me. His dark eyes met mine, filled with warmth and tenderness. He brushed a strand of hair from my forehead, his touch featherlight. “Are you all right, my darling?” he murmured.

I nodded, still breathless. “More than all right,” I whispered, a languid smile curving my lips. “That was…incredible.”

He chuckled softly and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. “You’re incredible,” he said, his voice thick with reverence.

Victor eased out of me, then gathered me into his arms. I nestled against his chest, relishing the solid warmth of his body and the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath my ear. He traced lazy patterns along my spine as we basked in the afterglow.

“I meant what I said before,” Victor said, his lips brushing my temple. “You’re mine now, Barbara. Completely and utterly mine.”

His possessive words sent a thrill through me. I tilted my head back to meet his intense gaze. “And you’re mine,” I replied softly but firmly. “I don’t want anyone but you, Victor.”

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face.

He cupped my cheek in his large hand, stroking my cheekbone with his thumb.

“My beautiful, perfect angel,” he murmured.

“I’ll give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more.

I’ll cherish you, protect you, worship you.

” His eyes blazed with conviction. “You’ll never want for anything again. ”