Viktor X Reader นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The metallic scent mixed with sex created something primal and intoxicating. “Mine,” he repeated with every thrust. “This body. This blood. This soul. All mine for eternity.” I scratched his back, leaving marks that healed almost instantly. “Then take me. Harder.” Viktor flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips up. He entered me from behind, one hand reaching around to rub my clit while the other gripped my throat. “You take my cock so well,” he praised. “Even while I drink from you. Such a greedy girl.”

Liam and I work, plan, and prepare. And at night, we come together. His hands are gentle, his mouth warm. He traces the curves of my body like he is memorizing a map, learning the geography of my skin. "I love you," he whispers. "I love you too." We make love slowly, the way you savour a meal you know you will never have again. But there will be more. There will always be more. The news comes on a Friday. Viktor has been seen. He is in the city, moving through the shadows, gathering allies. He is rebuilding the network piece by piece.

“Mmm, as you wish.” His tongue flicked up my clit and I arched my back as I yanked his hair. He hissed but flicked my clit left and right as he thrust two fingers into my pussy. I wailed aggressively as he fingered me while his tongue drew circles on my clit. I wriggled under his touch but he didn’t let up. Another finger slipped into my ass and I cried out. “There’s my girl. Look at you taking what I give you. You like this, don’t you baby?” Viktor asked.

Viktor said finally. Great, he can talk. I was beginning to think the speed wasn't getting under his skin. He let out a breath and turned to face me. “You think this is helping?” “It’s helping me,” I muttered, my grip around the steering wheel tightened as I increased my speed. Viktor leaned back in his seat, eyes narrowing. “I need to know something,” he said. “Why did you pair Xena with that bastard Alpha? You know what he is. You know what he does.”

Viktor noticed the fact her nipples had hardened from the soaking water and the pale skin of her stomach was showing where the top rode up. She isn't breathing, you know, Viktor prompted. Fuck I can't just walk away from this even though I'm a killer, not one like this. I placed my lips upon hers and breathe, my huge hands resting on her chest pushing downwards. She choked and gargled and lucky me got a face and mouth full of fetid river water, right to the back into my throat for my troubles. Should have just rolled her over and given her stomach a light kick Viktor grumbled.

My eyes moved helplessly over him the broad expanse of his shoulders, the defined lines of his chest and stomach, the narrow hips disappearing beneath the soaked black fabric clinging to him far too perfectly even his tattoos no longer frightened me the way they once had. At first, the flames inked across his skin and the violent imagery hidden inside them had seemed monstrous but now they felt like pieces of him. Viktor was terrifying but he had never terrified me and he caught me staring. Gray eyes locked onto mine instantly and a sharp breath escaped me, and I looked down at my book so quickly it almost hurt. “You pretend to read,” Viktor said calmly. “But every morning you watch me inst

High bookshelves stretched toward the ceiling like monoliths in a moonless night. Where was he? Then, a shadow moved, quick and low to the ground. I lunged toward it, but before I could even take a step, an earsplitting crash rang out. Books and whole damn shelves toppled over like dominos. I sidestepped just in time, and there he was. Viktor. Our eyes locked, hate burning in them. Simultaneously, we both drew guns and pulled the triggers. Click. Click. Empty chambers. "Suka," Viktor spat, echoing the curses in my own mind. Viktor sneered, his face contorted with malice. "You think you're fit to lead the Bratva? You're just as weak as your father."

He strode forward, gripping the robe and yanking it off me in one swift motion. I gasped, body exposed under his heavy gaze. My breathing hitched, but I refused to move, refused to shrink. His dark eyes roamed over me, slow, possessive. I clenched my jaw, lifting my chin defiantly. “You belong to me,” he murmured. “I can do whatever I please with you.” I hated him. Tears burned at the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Viktor’s gaze lingered before he stepped back, unreadable.

The wolf was truly Victor. Oh my God. He stood there wearing only black trousers. His chest rose heavily while cuts and blood covered parts of his skin. The first thing he did was walk toward me. “Arielle.” His voice sounded rougher than usual. He crouched beside me quickly and untied the ropes around my wrists carefully. The moment his fingers touched my skin, heat rushed through my body unexpectedly. Memories flashed through my head instantly. Victor pinning me against his kitchen counter. His lips against my neck.

My moans can be heard, but I don't care. Xavior pulls away and looks me deep in my eyes. "Victoria" he purrs my name. The intensity sends waves of pleasure to my core. "Victoria, you are mine" he pecks my lips. "And only mine" he places another gentle peck. I feel like im on ecstasy with the way his deep rich voice speaks to me. He gets up and walks to the bathroom. The fuck? I hear the bath tub being filled. I sit on the bed a bit mad at the fact that he left me so high and dry. The water stops and he comes back with his shirt off.