VIKTOR
The aftershocks were still rippling through me when I dragged his mouth back to mine. No hesitation, no softness left in either of us.
Just raw, sloppy hunger. Our lips crashed together like we were trying to punish each other for waiting this long.
Tongues sliding, teeth clashing, spit smearing across chins and cheeks, breath coming in harsh pants between the wet sounds of kissing.
I tasted alcohol on him, tasted both of us, and it made the beast in my chest roar louder.
I couldn't stay on that sofa another second.
I needed him horizontal, needed to feel all of him under me without the awkward angle of cushions and armrests.
My hands slid under his ass, gripping hard, and I stood, lifting him with me like he weighed nothing.
Kairen's legs locked around my waist instantly, ankles crossing at the small of my back, thighs squeezing as he kept devouring my mouth.
