Without another word, Viktor dragged her up against his naked chest and claimed her lips in a kiss of raw passion and possession. His hands moved frantically over her body, completely removing her blouse and bra in one swift motion. A primal need grew between them. It became a necessity that they feel every inch of one another. The need to be one was a living being within both Kat and the man of her heart.
He kissed across her jaw. His teeth grazed her collar bone. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and Kat threw her head back, arching into his touch, her hands in his hair holding him in place. All she could do was feel. It was a pleasure so intense, so perfect, Kat never wanted it to end. Releasing one nipple, Viktor immediately moved to the other, giving it the same fierce attention.
Kat rolled her hips, trying to feel the length of his erection against her wet, throbbing center. She groaned when their pants stopped her quest. Then sighed as Viktor began an erotic dance that caused his cock to bump her excited clit with his every motion. Lights flashed behind her closed eyelids. How had she ever been afraid to admit her feelings.
Ready to lose her mind from Viktor's expert seduction, Kat slid her hand inside his pants, running her fingertips over the engorged head of his erection. He shivered in her arms and her world tilted on its axis. There was nothing better than knowing how deeply her touch affected him. Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she rubbed her thumb across the tip, spreading proof of his excitement all around. Viktor shuddered and groaned against her breast. The vibrations caused goose bumps to rise all over her body. Viktor slowly pumped his hips, running his erection across her palm.
Letting her nipple fall from his lips, Viktor groaned as he moved his hips even more vigorously. Pulling back, it was Kat's turn to groan as his erection slid from her hand and her hand from his pants.
Kat squeaked her surprise when in the blink of an eye she went from standing beside beautiful flowers to lying on a soft patch of grass between two large bushes with the man of her dreams staring down at her. With his hands planted on either side of her head, Viktor held his body above her and began to once again roll his hips. The friction of their clothing against Kat's aroused flesh pushed her passion higher.
Viktor threw his head back in pleasure, compelling Kat to raise her lips to his skin and pay homage to every ridge and valley of his spectacularly muscled neck. Viktor laid his pelvis onto hers, the weight of his body pressing his erection against her aroused clit with such force Kat felt the contractions within her channel intensify and the resulting wetness on her thighs. Her eyes opened just as his head fell forward and she was immediately ensnared by his dark, hypnotic gaze.
Lifting his hips again and holding himself above her on one arm, Kat was in awe of his strength as Viktor quickly removed their remaining clothing then slowly lowered his body until he was braced on his forearms with only a few inches separating their mouths. Kat's lips tingled in anticipation of Viktor's kiss, but all thought was driven from her mind as he slowly slipped inside her wet warmth. Inch by spectacular inch, they became joined...one to the other. Her inner muscles contracted, pulling Viktor farther into her. Sweat gathered on his upper lip as he fought to go slowly. If possible, Kat loved him all the more for trying to be careful with her, but excitement was pushing her out of control.
Seated completely within her, Viktor held utterly still. One perfect moment to be remembered for all time. Their souls became one even without whatever ceremony he had talked about. She could hear his thoughts and knew he could hear hers. There would never be a time Kat would be without Viktor again. Her eyes slid shut but Viktor immediately commanded, "Look at me, Katarina, look at your King, the one who loves you more than life itself. Who worships you as no other."
Helpless to deny him anything, Kat watched Viktor's every emotion as he showed her how much she truly meant to him. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Kat held tight as his casual in and out slide began. She met him stroke for stroke. Their pace accelerated from one breath to the next. Viktor was instantly driving in and out of her, pushing them both to the release they so desperately sought. Kat loved the feel of the well-toned muscles in his butt as they flexed under her calves while he worked deeper and harder into her.
Shifting his hips, Viktor caused his pelvis to bump against her clit and his cock to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her channel with every well-placed stroke. Thought became impossible. Kat's orgasm was building, careening through her body like a runaway train, bigger than anything she'd ever experienced, and the whole time Viktor held her captive with his gaze. "Come with me, my Queen, my custos animae."
The feel of him deep inside, touching places Kat hadn't known existed before Viktor, owning all that she'd ever been or would ever be, completely undid her. Kat's muscles contracted so tightly around him she had no idea where she ended and Viktor began. His voice rolled over her and added to her excitement. "Trust me, Katarina. Let go and trust me to be right there beside you. I have you and I am never letting go."
Kat nodded and Viktor thrust so hard she felt him bump her cervix. The exquisite sensation undid the last of her resolve. She let go and trusted...trusted the man she loved like no other to be there with her. They came together with such force their bodies shook. Lights flashed and colors resembling fireworks burst into the darkness, and then everything was black. Kat floated back to earth and smiled at the feel of Viktor's soft kisses on her face and neck.
The man she loved rolled to the side taking her with him. Kat ended up sprawled across his body, boneless and spent. A peace she hadn't known possible flowed through her. Glancing up, she found Viktor looking down at her with such love and affection a lump rose in her throat. It took a few seconds for Kat to find her voice and when she did speak, it sounded rough and gravely, coming out barely above a whisper, "I love you, Viktoras Katsaros."
"And I love you, Katarina Anna Romalesky, with all that I am, for all eternity."
The air chilled as the couple spent the next few hours gazing at the stars and discussing everything that came to their minds. Kat was amazed to find out she'd been healed by an actual god and Viktor bristled at any mention of Bjorn's name. He did explain the names he was calling her in his native tongue and informed her that over time, she too would be fluent in his mother tongue.
Kat shivered and Viktor immediately sat up, bringing her to his side at the same time. "We need to get you dressed and inside. You are not yet immortal, my love. I cannot risk your health."
He brought them both to their feet, handed Kat her clothes, and took the few steps to his pants when Kat offhandedly said, "Yeah, I meant to ask you how that all works. How I become like you? I've kind of been avoiding the whole ‘vampire' discussion."
Viktor immediately stopped what he was doing and demanded her absolute attention with his stare. "We are not vampire, amica mea, we are not out of a storybook or a tale you tell your children to make them eat their vegetables. We are the Kings of the Blood. Revered by the gods and feared by our enemies."
He spoke with a resolution that left Kat only able to nod her understanding. "I'm sorry. I meant no offense."
Smiling as he made his way to her, Viktor shooed away her fingers and finished buttoning her blouse while explaining, "I am not angry or offended. I simply want you to understand and it is I who is sorry for my abrupt comment. Vampire is all you know to explain our sustenance but as soon as we return to our castle, my comrades and I will make sure you understand the difference."
Kissing the tip of her nose, Viktor slid his fingers through hers and began to lead them out of the garden. All at once, Kat stopped and gasped, "No way! You really live in a castle?"
Viktor's chuckle filled the night air, "As will you, mea amica, as will you."
Chapter Eight
The next month was filled with preparations, for not only Katarina's transformation and their mating, but also the hundredth or maybe it was the thousandth ‘reincarnation' of Viktor Katsaros. He had laughed as his mate explained how she'd tried everything possible to find information and pictures of him prior to their meeting. It had been the perfect preamble to their discussion about her transformation. Viktor was shocked at the logical, almost detached way Katarina approached his explanation but wondered how much of it was her simply putting up a good front for his benefit. His suspicions were quickly confirmed.