me with his finger at the same time he thrusts into me from behind. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes.” God, yes. f**k, yes. How many different ways can a woman scream that word? Because I
want to say it in as many ways as possible.
Using my hair as leverage, Viktor pounds into me until the sound of our bodies slapping togetherdrowns out almost everything else. His breathing is violently uneven when he speaks again. “Will youcome for me?”
I clench my thighs, trying to hold off the inevitable. I wanted him to come first. I wanted him to
surrender first, to be the weak one. It’s where my power comes from.
Still, despite my best efforts, I feel the warmth building in my center. I feel my body climbing to
new heights, desperate for the relief of tipping over the edge. Of free-falling.
Viktor
