Page 118 of The Mafia and His Obsession Part 2 (Tainted Hearts 5)

Lust drove me to the point of insanity, and I dangled over the edge, breathless.

Viktor palmed me between the legs roughly and then pulled his fingers out of my clenching core. I let out a hoarse cry when he slapped his palm over my pussy, a tiny smack but enough to sting and make me throb. Shit.

“You heard that? Yeah, I think you’re ready…wet enough for me now.”

His warmth disappeared for a second, and I looked over my shoulder just when he settled his big body over mine again. His lips feathered over the side of my temple at the same time I felt his hard length sliding up between my thighs. He inched closer, his hot pulsing cock nudging the opening of my heated sex. He teased my lips apart with the thick head of his cock, rubbing my sensitive spot slowly while grunting deliciously in my ear. His groan felt like melted chocolate sliding over my skin, so deliciously—decadently—so warm and soft, vibrating through my bones. It was my favourite sound coming from him.

The hearing aids had come as a blessing to me. I loved that I could hear him now.

His groan. His voice. His desperate grunts. His need for me. I could hear it all while also feeling it.

I gasped for a breath when he slid inside, just a little bit while keeping most of his length out of me. “How much do you want me, Valerie?” he growled in my ear, before his teeth crazed my sensitive flesh where my shoulder met with my neck. He bit down before softening the bite with his tongue, licking and soothing the sting.

“I want you. A lot. I have denied us this moment for too long,” I whispered before giving my hips a delicate roll. Viktor hissed before sliding further in. He thrust inside with one smooth stroke.

He paused once he was seated deep. His breathing sounded harsh in my ears, almost like he was struggling with something. With himself.

I held still too, waiting for him. “Viktor,” I murmured, my breath short and shallow.

Viktor. His name was both a prayer and a song on my lips.

His breath stuttered across my neck before his lips touched my skin, kissing me softly. He pulled out before thrusting into my waiting core again. “Fuck,” he grunted and swore under his breath. “No matter how many times I have taken you…you still wrap around me so tight. It still feels as good as the first time. Jesus Christ. Even better.”

His filthy words made me wetter, and I clenched around his long, thick cock. A low moan escaped me, and I pushed my hips back, silently demanding more. Viktor chuckled before popping a smack over my ass. It stung for a moment, but then the heat that traveled all the way to my core made me purr.

“More,” I demanded, utterly breathless in need. I sucked in a gasping breath when he thrust, pulled away, and thrust inside again. I was swollen and needy, aching and throbbing.

“I want to see your face.”

Viktor flipped me over the moment the words escaped past my lips. My body arched up when he pushed inside again, not giving me the time to blink…to think…to breathe.

His eyes were scorching hot with need and tenderness. Viktor continued to hide his heartbreak well, behind a mask of lust or love. All for me.

The feel of him, it was both an intense feeling of joy and pain.

Joy…because to see us connected like this, to feel us moving in sync, it was magic.

Pain…because it took me so long to realize that we both needed to relieve ourselves of this guilt.

I trembled all over when Viktor pushed his hands underneath me, tilting my hips up. He angled me in a way that with every thrust, I could feel him. So deep. Shit.

His pelvis rubbed against my clit, sending shocking, illicit waves through my body. His groan vibrated through his chest, and I felt it against my heart.

I curled my arms around him. “Valerie,” he gritted as he jerked inside me.

“I’ve got you,” I told him. My nails scraped over the back of his head before I folded my arms around his neck. It seemed as if he couldn’t stop his hips from pistoning into me, chasing our release and forcing a pleasurable coil inside my stomach. His movements turned quick and jerky, a little untamed—like a wild beast. His face tightened and darkened eyes bore into mine.

I saw my world in there.

I saw all our promises, all our heartbreaks, and all our love.

My chest grew tight, and when my lungs clenched, I fought back a silent cry.

“I love you,” I whispered.

His neck was corded with muscles, his body covered with a sheen of sweat as he continued to pump almost punishingly into me.

Viktor hissed low in his throat before pounding so hard inside that my body moved up the bed. My eyes almost rolled at the back of my head as delicious sparks ran through my body.