Viktor
When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing hard. Her lips were swollen and glistening, her eyes dark with the same desire I felt burning in my chest.
I rested my forehead against hers, my thumbs gently stroking her cheeks.
“Scarlett…” I whispered, my voice rough. “Don’t push me away. Please.”
She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she pulled me back in for another kiss — slower this time, but no less intense. Her hands fisted tighter in my hoodie as our tongues slid together, wet and hungry. I could taste the faint hint of mint on her, mixed with the lingering smoke from the cigarette I had crushed. Every little needy whimper she made against my mouth sent fresh heat straight to my c**k.
When we finally broke apart again, I didn’t want to let her go. Not yet.
When
