The lights from the ceiling lamp and the bedside lamp flickered. Turning on, then going out again.
Nadia exploded with a scream.
Her orgasm tore through her from the inside like magic. Her thighs tightened around my head. She throbbed against my tongue. Her eyes rolled back like when she was being possessed.
And I didn’t stop, I only intensified my movements.
"Viktor," she whimpered, gasping. "I can’t. It’s too much..."
I lifted my face only to whisper against her core, making her shudder:
"I know you can, my love." I smiled cruelly as I f****d her with my fingers, thrusting faster, deeper. "Just one more time for me."
I lowered my head between her legs and continued, consuming her like a starving man. As if she were my salvation and my damnation. Because Nadia Dyer was all of that
