The room was bathed in the soft, flickering glow of the fireplace, casting long shadows against the walls. Victor, his eyes still tightly blindfolded with the black silk cloth, moved with a haunting precision. Even without his sight, he could feel Alia's presence—her warmth, her scent, her shallow breaths.
He reached out and firmly gripped Alia's pale waist, his large hands contrasting against her skin. The heat from his touch sent a jolt through her, and instantly, Alia's face turned a deep shade of crimson. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird.
Though she was the one who had tied the blindfold, she felt like the one who was captured. She looked at him—his white hair messy, his jaw set, and his eyes hidden—and she felt a wave of shyness she had never known before.
Victor leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a low vibration that made her shiver:
"I don't need my eyes to see how much you're blushing right now, Alia. I can feel your heart racing under my palms."
Alia bit her lip, her honey-colored eyes shimmering with a mix of desire and vulnerability. In this moment, they weren't the fierce heirs of a criminal empire; they were just two souls finally surrendering to the storm they had been fighting for years.Suddenly, Victor broke the tension. Before Alia could react, he reached up and pulled the silk blindfold away in one swift motion. As the darkness vanished from his sight, Alia saw his piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, closer than ever.
There was no more mystery in his gaze—only deep satisfaction and raw intensity. He cupped Alia's blushing face in both of his hands, his thumbs tracing the line of her jaw.
Alia, caught off guard and still trembling slightly, whispered, "Why did you open it? I wanted you bound..."
Victor gave a faint, soulful smile. He rested his forehead against hers, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper:
"We've spent enough time hiding, Alia. For years, we've searched for each other in the dark. Tonight, I don't just want to feel your presence; I want to see you. I want to see exactly how crimson you turn when I touch you."
His blunt confession left Alia completely speechless. She tried to look away, but his hypnotic stare held her captive. Victor ran his thumb across the corner of her lips, his touch sending ripples of heat through her body.
The coldness of the Russian night was forgotten as the warmth between them reached its peak. In that moment, the fights in the garden, Dimitri's malice, and the looming shadows of their parents disappeared. There was only the two of them, finally finding peace in each other's arms amidst the falling snow.The atmosphere in the room reached a fever pitch. As Victor's grip tightened, Alia felt the sheer power in his hands. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and she gasped softly, her voice trembling.
"Victor... easy..." she whispered, her breath hitching as the heat between them intensified.
But Victor was beyond the point of restraint. His blue eyes, now dark with a fierce, untamed passion, locked onto hers. Instead of pulling back, he increased the pressure, pulling her body flush against his with a firm, commanding strength.
"Ahhh..." The sound escaped her lips involuntarily as she felt the raw force of his desire.
Victor's voice was a low, possessive growl against her skin. "I've waited ten years for this, Alia. I'm not letting go easily."
The world outside the snow, the danger, the family feuds completely ceased to exist. In that dimly lit room, there was only the sound of their heavy breathing and the electric spark of a connection that had been suppressed for far too long. Every touch was a claim, and every gasp was a surrender.As Victor's lips brushed against the nape of Alia's neck, her last remaining defenses shattered into pieces. She buried her nails into the muscles of his back, lost in a whirlpool of intense sensation, as she whispered breathlessly, "Victor... more..."
The blizzard howling outside seemed to surrender to the fire burning within them. Throughout the night, they played out a raw and primal symphony of passion, both completely surrendering to one another. Neither Dimitri's calculated schemes nor the uncertainties of tomorrow could touch the sanctuary of this private moment.The heat in the room reached its peak. Victor's intoxicating blue eyes remained locked onto Alia's. As Alia trembled with excitement, Victor lowered his lips to her shoulder.
Slowly, he moved toward her back. Alia felt his hot breath against her skin. Suddenly, without using his hands, Victor used his teeth to gently tug and undo the ribbon of Alia's bra.
The moment the silk ribbon gave way, a shiver ran down Alia's spine. Her body felt paralyzed with sensation. Victor's wild, primal nature was transporting her to another world.
Alia whispered Victor's name under her breath as he pressed his lips against her neck, leaving a deep mark. The blizzard outside and the volcano inside everything merged into one on that mysterious night.Victor completely lost his self-control. There was no more patience in his touch, only a raw, primal hunger. He tightened his grip on Alia's waist, pinning her down with an overwhelming intensity.
Amidst Alia's soft moans and ragged breathing, Victor leaned close to her ear. His voice was deep, husky, and intoxicated with desire. He stopped speaking English; instead, the harsh yet rhythmic sounds of Russian flowed from his lips like molten gold.
Gritting his teeth, he whispered in a low, commanding tone:
"Ты моя, Алия... только моя. Я никогда тебя не отпущу."
(You are mine, Alia... only mine. I will never let you go.)
Each Russian word felt like a strike of lightning against Alia's senses. She might not have understood every syllable, but the vibration of his voice and the fire in his blue eyes told her everything tonight, Victor wasn't just loving her; he was claiming her as his queen, forever.Alia surrendered to the overwhelming waves of pleasure and sensation. Every trace of hesitation vanished, replaced by a deep, aching longing. She could no longer stay distant.
She placed her trembling hands onto Victor's broad, bare chest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. With her fingertips, she traced the intricate owl tattoo etched right over his heart.
The lines of the tattoo felt sharp and deliberate, much like Victor himself. As Alia's nails lightly grazed the ink, Victor's breath hitched for a split second. He looked down at her as if she were touching his very soul.
Looking deep into his piercing blue eyes, Alia whispered:
"Just like this owl watches its prey... have you been watching me all along, Victor?"
Victor didn't say a word. He simply pressed her hand firmer against his chest, making her feel the thundering heartbeat beneath the tattoo a silent vow that she was no longer just a target, but the queen of his heart.As Victor pressed a deep, lingering kiss against the hollow of Alia's neck, her whole body arched in a wave of intense sensation. Dazed and breathless, she looked up toward the ceiling. To her surprise, she saw a massive mirror covering the entire overhead space.
In that mirror, every detail of their intimacy was reflected back at them. Alia saw her own flushed skin, her hair spread like silk, and the raw intensity in Victor's blue eyes as he claimed her. The reflection made the moment feel surreal, like a forbidden scene from a dark fairy tale.
Victor, his lips still grazing her skin, whispered low and husky:
"Look at yourself, Alia. Look at how completely I've made you mine."
Alia looked at their entwined figures in the glass above, the sight overwhelming her senses until she had to close her eyes, surrendering fully to the heat. In that room, surrounded by reflections, the rest of the world simply ceased to exist.The intensity in the room surged to a breaking point. Victor moved behind Alia, his arm wrapping firmly around her neck, pulling her flush against his hard chest. He began to move with a powerful, rhythmic force, his strength overwhelming her senses.
As the pleasure reached its peak, Victor looked at Alia through the reflection in the ceiling mirror and gave her a sharp, wicked wink. That signature look mysterious, dominant, and teasing sent a fresh jolt of electricity through her entire body.
Looking at their reflection, Alia forgot how to breathe. Victor's raw power and that playful yet intense wink took her to a place she had never been. She realized that tonight, Victor wasn't just claiming her body; he was claiming her soul.Victor's strength and intensity shifted to a whole new level. He reached down and firmly grasped both of Alia's legs, pulling her even closer to him with a commanding force. This raw display of dominance left Alia completely breathless.
Through the reflection in the ceiling mirror, Alia could see Victor's muscular hands gripping her legs, leaving a faint mark of his possessiveness. Every movement he made was deep, rhythmic, and intentional. He whispered again in low, husky Russian words that sounded like a sacred vow of ownership.
Alia gripped the edge of the bed, her eyes still locked on the mirror. The fire in Victor's blue eyes and the firm pressure of his hands made her feel completely conquered. In that moment, their primal connection rewrote the rules of their world.Victor's primal instincts completely took over, driven by a thirst that went beyond simple desire.
As he held Alia's legs firmly, pinning her down, he lowered his head to her neck. His breath was like a furnace against her skin. Suddenly, overwhelmed by an uncontrollable urge, Victor bit into the soft curve of Alia's neck, drawing a small drop of blood.
Alia tried to cry out, but her voice caught in her throat. She felt the metallic, salty taste of her own blood as Victor's lips pressed against the wound. In the ceiling mirror, she saw the stark contrast of the crimson red against her pale skin and Victor, slowly licking the blood away.
This was no longer just passion; it was a dark, blood-bound oath. Victor whispered in a low, vibrating Russian:
"Now you are a part of me, Alia. Your blood flows through my veins."
Alia collapsed against him, her strength spent, leaving her in a state of total surrender. Alia's eyes were still fixed on the mirror, where the faint bloodstain on her neck was visible. Victor's Russian whisper and his savage act shocked her, igniting a mix of fear and anger within her. Despite her weakened state, she looked at Victor and whispered:
"You... you're a psycho! Victor, what are you doing?"
Victor paused for a moment at Alia's words. A flash of raw savagery flickered in his eyes, as if her accusation had awakened a beast deep within him. He tightened his grip on her legs, pulling her even closer, and brought his mouth to her ear.
Then, with intense passion and primal hunger, Victor bit into Alia's neck again, harder this time. A long, drawn-out cry escaped Alia's lips "Ahhhhh!"
Victor's bite went deeper, as if to claim every part of her body and soul. He held her tighter, his tongue tracing the wound, slowly licking away the blood.
Gritting his teeth, he whispered in Russian:
"Yes, I am a psycho. But you are part of this madness too, Alia. You have bound me with your blood."
Tears welled in Alia's eyes, yet even amidst the fear and pain, a strange sense of surrender washed over her. The blizzard outside raged on, while their room became a battlefield of crimson and wild passion.