“Challenge accepted.” Half-mast eyes hide behind seductive lashes as he blinks slowly and then dives back in for another deep, sultry kiss that just takes my soul away.
His fingers curl around the bottom of my dress, sliding it up as he wraps his fingers around my legs. Desire spreads through my body as he moans into my mouth, and I feel his pants tenting against my hips.
“Fuck, we’re outside,” I groan, tearing away from him.
But he grabs my face and says, “So?” And then he kisses me again.
“Damn you,” I growl. “Making me horny and shit.”
He lets out a low, rumbling laugh that vibrates through my body. “Good thing I’m not gonna stop touching you then.”
“Wha—”
“You heard me,” he interrupts, kissing me full on the lips so I can’t protest.
His fingers find their way to my panties, snaking underneath until he’s right on top of my pussy. I moan into his mouth as he starts toying with me. Wetness spreads across my folds from his slick movements. He knows just what buttons to push to get me off, and I love it.
“Already wet?” he murmurs against my mouth. “Just the way I like it.”
“Oh, fuck me,” I whisper as he flicks my clit.
“Oh, I will, believe me,” he says, with a mischievous smile on his face.
“But—”
“But what? I’m gonna fuck you. That ain’t a question, Lexi. It’s a promise.”
Jesus Christ, his words had me so hot and bothered that I actually let out a small mewl. “But should we?”
“Fuck yes, we should. I don’t give a crap what anyone else tells me, or what I should or shouldn’t do. I’m doing what I want, and what I want is to do you. Now, spread your legs.”
I don’t even get the time to respond because he immediately nudges my legs apart and makes me feel like begging with his fingers. He’s winding me up until I can’t even breathe normally; his eyes remain on me, taking pleasure in my pleasure. As if we’re both addicted to the drug called us.
We’re dangerous, two people combusting into something more than just lust, realizing it could mean our end. But it doesn’t matter because we’re living in the moment, fucking like there’s no tomorrow.
Because there might not be, and we gotta enjoy it while it lasts.
So I close my eyes and let him take what he wants without regrets.
He pulls down the straps around my shoulders until the top part of my dress drops below my breasts. He cups one and covers my nipple with his mouth, sucking hard. I moan and grab his hair, twisting my fingers through them as if they’re mine. He’s mine. Everything about him is mine.
“Are you mine, Lexi?”
I suck in a breath, surprised, as if he could read my thoughts. Not that he really could … but it’s as if we understand each other on a different level than what you’d need words for.
I nod. “Take me, Viktor,” I say. “I’m yours.”
He peeks up at me, still suckling my nipple. “Even with all these scars?”
“Only with all your scars.”
He smiles against my skin and immediately grabs my other breast to suck it too. Words aren’t needed. Pleasure is enough.
He licks and pulls my nipples until they’re taut, and his cock is fully erect against my hip. My fingers instinctively reach for him, my mind on blank as I rip open the button of his jeans and unzip him.
His cock springs loose right after I pull down the elastic band of his boxer shorts, and my mouth waters at the sight of him. I could never get enough of this.
“Fuck yes.”
“Like what you see?” he muses, kissing my chin.
“Like? Fucking love it.” I pull him closer to me, pressing his hard-on against me. “Give it to me.”
He slams his lips against mine, and then within an instant, he has me flipped around. I squeal as I’m shoved against the tree trunk with my tits hanging out and his dick pushing against my ass.
“Shh …” He puts a finger to his lips and gives me a seductive gaze. “You don’t want anyone to come watch, or do you?”
He slides up my dress and pulls down my panties in one go. Then his dick prods against me, slipping and sliding between my slit until he’s slick enough to enter me.
I moan when he pushes into my pussy, and his hand covers my mouth as he fills me up.
“Quiet, Lexi,” he growls, thrusting in and out of me.
It’s so hard … He’s so fucking hard.
He pumps me hard and sensually slow, almost as if he wants to savor the moment. A shiver runs through me, but I’m not sure if it’s from the cold draft or from the hold he has over me.