Chapter 126 ONE MORE DAY.
\~~~VIKTOR.
I grunted as I lifted Alessia up, her legs wrapping tight around my waist like she never wanted to let go. Her body pressed against mine, soft and warm, and it took everything in me not to drop her right there in the hallway and take her on the floor.
But no, I wanted more than that. I wanted all of her, in her bed, where I could lose myself completely.
My arms burned from the fight earlier, but the pain faded under the heat of her skin on mine. I kicked the bedroom door open with my boot, the wood banging against the wall, and carried her inside.
The room was dark, just moonlight slipping through the curtains, casting shadows over the big bed. I lowered her onto the mattress, but she didn't let go. Her hands clutched my shoulders, pulling me down with her. Our mouths crashed together again, rough and hungry. I kissed her like a man starved, my tongue pushing past her lips, tasting the sweetness I'd dreamed about for so long. We'd fought this. There were the thoughts of my duty to Luciano, and her with her walls built high, but tonight, it all crumbled.
“Beautiful,” I murmured against her mouth, my voice rough like gravel. My hands roamed her sides, pushing her blouse open wider.
Buttons scattered on the floor, forgotten. She arched under me, her breath hitching as I trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at the skin there. She was fire, burning me alive, and I didn't care if I got scorched.
I pulled back just enough to yank my shirt off completely, tossing it aside. Her eyes roamed my chest, lingering on the bruises and cuts from the ambush. But she didn't flinch, instead, her fingers traced them lightly, sending shivers through me. “Viktor,’' she whispered, her voice thick with need.
I leaned down, capturing her lips once more, but softer this time, savoring her.
My mind screamed at me that this was wrong. She was Alessia and the older sister to the boss. She was supposed to be off-limits, and a complication in this war we were heading into. But fuck that. I'd fought too long, held back too many times. Tonight, I wanted her.
Just one more day with her, buried deep inside, forgetting the blood and the bullets. If tomorrow came, I'd steal another.
My hands found the clasp of her bra, unhooking it with a flick. It fell away, and I groaned at the sight of her breasts, full and perfect. I cupped one, thumb brushing her nipple until it hardened. She gasped, her head falling back.
“My lady,” I said, my voice low, as I lowered my mouth to her skin. I kissed along her collarbone, down to the swell of her breast, then took her nipple between my lips, sucking gently at first, then harder.
Alessia moaned, her fingers digging into my hair, pulling me closer. “Yes, Viktor... don't stop.”
Her words fueled me, making my cock throb against my pants. I switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, my teeth grazing just enough to make her squirm.
But then I saw them, the scars.
Faint lines across her ribs, from her past.
They were part of her, hidden under clothes, but now exposed in the moonlight. I traced one with my finger, light as a feather, and she flinched, her body tensing under me.
“Hey,” I said softly, lifting my head to meet her eyes. There was fear there, and old pain flickering. “They are beautiful. You are beautiful,” I leaned down and pressed my lips to the scarred skin, kissing it slow and reverent.
She flinched again, a sharp intake of breath, but I didn't stop. I kissed each mark, my tongue soothing the raised edges, telling her without words that nothing about her scared me away.
“Viktor…” Her voice cracked, but her hands relaxed, stroking my back now. The tension eased from her body, replaced by a tremble of something deeper. Trust, maybe or desire.
I moved lower, unbuttoning her skirt and sliding it down her hips along with her panties. She lifted to help, kicking them off.
Naked now, she was a vision with her legs parting slightly as I settled between them. My mouth found her inner thigh, kissing the soft skin there, inching closer to her core. She was wet already, the scent of her arousal hitting me like a drug.
“My dearest,” I growled, looking up at her flushed face. “I have wanted this for so long.’' I spread her legs wider, my fingers parting her folds.
She was slick, ready, and I couldn't wait. I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste her.
Alessia cried out, her hips bucking up. “Oh God, yes!”
I licked her slow at first, savoring every drop, then faster, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue. Her hands fisted the sheets, moans filling the room. I sucked her clit gently, then harder, feeling her thighs quake around my head. My mind raced at how wrong it was and how I should pull back but I shoved it down. Because, fuck, this was right. She was right.
“Viktor, please... I need you inside me,” Her plea broke me. I stood, shedding my pants and boxers in a rush. My cock sprang free, hard and aching. Her eyes widened, then darkened with hunger as she reached for me.
I climbed back over her, positioning myself at her entrance.
“Look at me,” I said, and she did, those eyes locking on mine. I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, and groaned at the tight heat of her pussy gripping me.
She was so wet, so perfect, and it took all my control not to thrust hard right away.
Alessia gasped, her nails raking my arms. “More... harder.”
That was all I needed. I slammed into her, rough and deep, our bodies slapping together. The bed creaked under us, but I didn't care.
I fucked her like I'd dreamed, passionate and unrelenting. “My lady,” I panted, thrusting again, feeling her walls clench around me. “You are mine tonight.”
She cried out in ecstasy, her back arching off the bed. “Yes! Viktor, oh fuck, yes!” Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. I kissed her hard, swallowing her moans as I pounded into her. Sweat slicked our skin, the room filled with the sounds of our grunts, gasps, and the wet slide of me inside her.
My mind fought me still, but I ignored it, focusing on her face, twisted in pleasure. I wanted this forever, but if not, just one more day. I'd take it, savor it, and make her scream my name until dawn.
I shifted, hooking her leg over my shoulder for a deeper angle. She screamed then, loud and raw, her pussy fluttering around my cock. “I am close... don't stop!”
“Come for me, beautiful,” I urged, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing in circles. That pushed her over.
Alessia shattered, crying out in ecstasy, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure hit her. “Viktor! Yes, God, yes!”
Her orgasm milked me, tight and pulsing, and I couldn't hold back. With a few more rough thrusts, I came hard, spilling inside her, groaning her name like a prayer. “Alessia... my dearest…”
We collapsed together, breathing heavy, bodies tangled. I held her close, kissing her forehead, her scars, and anywhere I could reach.
Tomorrow might bring hell, but tonight, she was mine. So, just one more day.