His hips moved against mine, as if to reaffirm his words.
I gasped. My legs instinctively tightened around him. I froze when I felt something hard and heavy against my groin. f**k. If I moved one more inch to the side, I might feel him exactly where I needed him most.
"I should protect you from the things I want to do to you," he whispered against my ear, hoarse. "If you knew everything I’m holding myself back from doing to you on this couch, you would beg me to stop before it’s too late."
That was insanity.
It was dangerous.
But I couldn’t stop craving more of that friction.
"You want to bite me?" I asked, not recognizing the lust in my own voice. Exposing more of my neck to his fangs. "Right here, don’t you?"
Viktor nodded, seeming hypnotized. A man dying of thirst. I could feel e
