Vik (Shot Callers 2)

Vik crawled over me, wearing nothing but his dark-gray boxers. And they did nothing to hide his want. His eyes smiled as he lowered his face to mine. I lifted myself to meet him halfway, our mouths melding together in a dance I wasn’t sure I knew the steps to. But with Vik guiding me, I was a quick study.

Soon enough, what little we wore ended up on the floor, and when Vik kissed his way down my body to kiss me where I’d never been kissed before, my body flinched and jerked at all the new sensations. It was nice until I unexpectedly felt like my entire body was about to spontaneously combust. And when I reached a peak higher than I’d ever climbed before, I gripped the back of his head and pushed his mouth deeper into me, whimpering quietly.

No, no, no, no, no.

The electricity inside me built higher and higher, humming loudly, until the voltage was too much to handle. A fuse blew, and something inside of me exploded. My body shaking, my mouth opened in a silent scream as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

Holy shiiit.

As I came down from a high I’d never experienced, my heart raced, and a long, weak moan escaped me as my body continued to jerk every few seconds.

It felt like being electrocuted in the best damn way.

Licking my lips, I still felt my heart pounding through my chest and waited for my breathing to return to normal. Weak as a kitten, my body turned lax.

After Vik wiped his cheeks across my inner thighs, he crawled over and trapped me between his solid arms, searching my face. “Okay, baby?”

Limp as a wet noodle, I shot him a feeble smile. “Yeah.” But it felt incomplete. He ran gentle fingers across my jaw but stilled when I said, “I want to have sex.”

His expression was almost comical. I’d never seen a man look like he’d both won the lottery but was also scared of the winnings.

“Are you sure?”

When he didn’t make me beg, I loved him all the more.

Of course I was. I wanted nothing but honesty between us. My hand came up, and I cupped his lightly stubbled cheek. “I don’t want anyone else.”

He hesitated only a moment, but when his body covered mine, I felt like I’d won the lottery too, and Vik and I shared the prize. He was gentle, and we went slow. It was everything I ever wanted, and to share this act with Viktor Nikulin made it perfect.

It hurt. Oh God, it hurt. But I was so distracted by the scent of him, the feel of him, those intense kisses, that it hurt only momentarily before it started to feel good.

Really good.

And as his pace picked up, I lifted my hips in a way that felt natural, meeting him thrust for thrust. In awe, I watched his face contort, and when he lost control, his body rigid, pulling out and thrusting into the tight grip of his fist, releasing onto my stomach, I felt more powerful than I ever had in my entire being.

It was beautiful. Real.

Sure, it didn’t last very long, but it held a promise of better things to come.

This experience was one I would cherish forever. Vik did everything right. I allowed him to clean me up, and when he was done, he lay back down and pulled me into his side, gently stroking my back.

Admittedly, what he said afterward wasn’t very romantic but still pleased me. He tilted my chin and kissed me softly. “I’ll have to buy condoms.”

With that statement, he’d not only admitted he wasn’t sleeping with any other girls, but he also acknowledged we would be doing this again. He didn’t know it, but his non-flowery words were exactly what I needed to hear.

Happy as a clam, I tucked my face into the side of his chest and whispered, “I love you, Vik.”

The way he stilled frightened me a moment. He rolled us both over until he was once again towering over me. He then asked me very, very quietly, “What did you just say?”

Oh, Nastasia. What have you done?

There was no use in pretending. Swallowing hard, I responded an equally quiet, “I love you.”

For a split second, Vik’s face turned pained. His eyes snapped shut, and his forehead fell to my chest. The longer the silence spanned, the more anxious I became. I had to do something. So, I did the only thing I could think to do at that point.

My arms wound around him in a gentle embrace. I feathered my fingertips up and down his back, watching in fascination as he broke out in gooseflesh. Feeling emboldened at his reaction to me, I ran my fingers through his hair, and I could feel his lips moving in the valley between my breasts. At first, I thought it a kiss, but when his breath warmed the skin there, I realized he was quietly speaking into my flesh.