Viktor:Heart of Her King(19)

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.