Viktor: Heart of Her King (15 page)

“I believe if you look on the patio, you will find another wedding present,
mea amica
.”

“Viktor, you have to stop. I haven’t been able to get you even one gift and you’ve already given me so much.”

Kissing her soundly before escorting her to the patio, Viktor’s only reply was, “I will never stop. Now, open your present.”

Ripping the package open like a child at Christmas, Katarina took the lid off the oversized box and squealed as she lifted the portrait he’d painted of her sleeping the first day after her transformation. The keeper of his heart had been shocked to find that Viktor was an accomplished painter and sculptor. He looked forward to the day he showed her his woodworking skills and the many pieces he’d carved that decorated his chalet in the Alps.

Carefully setting the canvas on a nearby chair, Katarina ran into his arms, looked into his eyes, and sighed, “I simply adore you, Viktor Katsaros, with everything that I am. You make me a better person just for loving you.”

As she laid her lips to his, Viktor fought to contain the emotion this one woman brought out in him. She was the hope, the wonder, the perfectly quiet surrender of pure love, and he was blessed to live by her side. Deepening the kiss, Viktor was once again in awe as Katarina instantly opened to him.

He kissed her neck, nibbled her ear, and smiled against her skin as she sighed. Hearing her thoughts, sharing her feelings Viktor knew that it shocked Katarina how he could make her body burn with the simplest of touches. Her thoughts fed his desires. The kiss that started as slow and gentle quickly turned passionate and possessive.

Katarina’s legs automatically went around his waist as he lifted her body to his and leaned her back against the cabana wall. He grew harder as she rubbed her silk covered pussy against his linen covered erection.

Viktor gasped and pulled his lips from her throat as she slid her hand under the waistband of his pants and fisted his throbbing cock. Unable to breathe, he threw back his head when she ran her thumb through the drop of moisture that had already gathered on the tip and groaned, “Katarina...
cor meum
”.

She continued to massage him and grind her hips against the combination of her hand and his hard cock until Viktor thought he would die from pleasure. Quickly losing control, he thrust against her. Their pace was immediately frantic. Needing to feel her skin against his, the proof of her arousal on his fingers, Viktor balanced Katarina with his arm, cradling the soft globes of her ass to keep her from falling. He tore Katarina’s sundress over her head and ripped the silk from her hot, wet pussy. Thrusting two fingers into her weeping flesh, Viktor rejoiced in the reaction his
custos animae
had to his touch.

He didn’t even attempt to stop the smile that crossed his lips as Katarina yelled, “Oh my God, Viktor, more...please...more...”

He pushed his thumb against her aroused nub, rubbing circles at the same time he curled his fingers buried deep inside her to torment the bundle of nerves at the top of her channel. Her eyes flew open. Katarina speared him with a look so passionate, so possessive, and so raw, Viktor was lost forever, adrift on their love. His mate reached between their bodies, ripped open his pants and fisted him from root to tip, grabbing the moisture from the tip for lubrication, working him faster and faster.

Needing to be buried deep inside his mate, Viktor pulled his fingers from her pussy, ignored her moans of loss, and let her legs slide down his body. His pants followed. He stepped back, reluctantly forcing his mate to release his throbbing cock. Viktor barely saw the pout of her perfect lips as he spun Katarina around and whispered into her ear while holding her earlobe between his teeth, “Lean forward,
amica mea
. Hold the railing.”

It pleased Viktor that she did as he asked without a second thought. His mate trusted him to do what was right for her and protect her at all costs. Taking a moment to look at his mate as she stood before him hot, wet, and naked under the stars, Viktor said the first words that came to his mind. “You are the
most spectacular
woman I have laid my eyes upon in three thousand years.”

Before she could respond, he thrust into her with such force the tip of his erection touched her womb. Their new position caused his cock to fill her as never before. He could feel her walls stretch to accommodate him. Her contractions, coupled with the throbbing of his cock, felt magnificent. Viktor never wanted to leave the heaven that was his Katarina.

Completely seated within his mate, Viktor stopped all motion and watched as Katarina dropped her head forward in the most beautifully submissive pose he’d ever seen. Her delicate hands were clenched around the railing, her knuckles white as she strained to stay upright. Katarina squeezed tight around him, shattering his hard fought control. Leaning forward, he grabbed both her shoulders and began to thrust, hard and fast, not missing a beat of his rhythm.

Katarina’s moans of ecstasy grew louder with each drive Viktor made into her wanting flesh. She pushed back, meeting him thrust for thrust. Their movements were uncoordinated and frantic. He felt her orgasm building, threatening to take them both over the edge. Removing one of his hands from her shoulders, Viktor palmed her breast and squeezed her hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Katarina’s orgasm overtook them both.

Leaning forward, he rested his chest against her back, inhaled their combined scent, and bathed his senses in every note of what they were together. His arm around her waist kept Katarina standing when her legs threatened to fold. Kissing up her spine, his erection began to once again harden as her womb contracted around him.

Letting his cock slide from her warmth, Viktor pulled Katarina into his arms and carried her to the bed.  Following her down to the mattress, he was shocked as his mate pulled him to her, slammed her mouth to his, and immediately demanded entrance. He could feel her need to claim him just as he’d claimed her driving her actions. As Katarina deepened their kiss, she moved her body over his, her thighs falling on either side of his, the wetness from their earlier lovemaking still warm on her curls.

Ending their kiss, Katarina sat up, giving Viktor a coy look that suggested he was going to like whatever she had in mind. Her fingertips rubbed over his shoulders and across his chest, lightly toying with his nipples and causing him to shiver just a bit. Biting her bottom lip, she paid special attention to each ridge of his six-pack and then teased the thin line of hair leading toward his pelvis. It was sensory overload at its best. Viktor wondered if he might lose his mind.

With her hands on his stomach and her eyes holding his captive, Katarina slid down Viktor’s legs until his erection was right in front of her mouth. The King was sure he’d died and gone to the Elysian Fields. She licked her lips and Viktor became light-headed. Katarina captured the small bead of moisture at the tip of his cock with the end of her tongue and the ancient warrior knew beyond the shadow of all doubt that image would forever be burned into his memory. Katarina tasted him again and his eyes slid shut.

Massaging up and down his thighs, Katarina rubbed her cheek from the tip to the base of his cock. Her tongue lavished the vein that ran his length. Working her way back to the end, she dipped her tongue into the slit, teasing him until Viktor was sure his head would blow off his shoulders.

Katarina sucked as much of his length into her mouth as would fit and hollowed her cheeks. Viktor’s hands flew into her hair, careful not to pull but needing something to hold on to. As she worked him in and out of her lips for a few more strokes, he grew larger and thicker, working hard not to explode in her mouth. Katarina moved him out of her mouth until just the head remained on the tip of her tongue. Looking up at him through her fringe of her deep red bangs, Viktor saw a twinkle in her eye just as she sucked his cock back into her mouth with such force the head touched the back of her throat. Slowly working him again, she hummed her satisfaction, the vibrations driving Viktor headlong into an orgasm. Just when he thought he was at the point of no return, Katarina removed his impossibly hard erection from her mouth and massaged first one if his balls and then the other with her tongue, until he was finally able to take a long, deep breath.

But his little minx was not about to let him rest. In the blink of an eye, she took his erection in her mouth once again. Placing both her hands around the base, she worked him in and out, sucking and humming until he was helpless but to release into her waiting mouth. She swallowed all he gave, continuing to work her lips up and down until he began to harden again.

It was the most wonderful torture he’d ever endured and Viktor wanted to taste the fruit of his
custos animae
. Putting his hands under her arms, he slid her up his body and rolled them over until he lay comfortably in the haven of her softness. One more quick move had Viktor’s head between Katarina’s thighs and he had her legs thrown over his shoulders. With his mouth just inches from her center, he rubbed his nose against her warm, wet curls. Her scent was magical. Viktor knew in that moment he had to taste her or lose his immortality. No longer able to stand the torture, the tip of his tongue licked up and down the glistening seam of her pussy.

He groaned deep in his throat as her taste burst upon his tongue. Needing to have his mouth all over her and his tongue buried deep inside her, Viktor placed his hands under her ass, lifted her pussy closer to his face, and began to feast. He drove his tongue into her warm, wet pussy as far as he could go, licking every inch of her contracting warmth. He curled the end of his tongue and teased the bundle of nerves he knew would set her on fire.

Katarina’s hands grabbed his hair; pulling with such force, he wondered what he would look like bald. She gasped for breath and he smiled against her skin. Using the flat of his tongue, he licked her outer lips from bottom to top, teasing circles around her clit on every pass. Her legs tightened around his head. Her heels dug into his back. She moaned and mewled as he sucked her swollen nub between his lips, teasing it with his tongue until Katarina came with force, his name on her lips.

Viktor continued to drink the honey that flowed from Katarina. He nuzzled and nipped her puffy lips until her hands slid from his hair and her breathing began to slow. Carefully lifting her legs off his shoulders, he massaged her tired muscles. Looking up her body, he knew his next masterpiece would be of this moment in time. There had never been anything as lovely as the keeper of his heart lying in his bed, completely satiated from his attention, looking like the goddess that she was.

He kissed her hip, made his way to her belly button, and then nibbled his way up her stomach to the sweet spot between her breasts. Their hearts beat as one, one in body, one in mind, one in soul...forever. He kissed just the tips of her hardened nipples and chuckled as she arched her back, begging for more attention. But he would make her wait...for now.

Kissing up her neck, he paid special attention to the tiny bite marks from the night she started her transition. He would never tire of seeing his bite upon her skin. Katarina sighed and moved her head to the side, allowing him greater access. He spent extra minutes nipping and kissing until her nails dug into his biceps.

Katarina surprised him by grabbing his head and slamming her mouth to his. Viktor opened for her, letting her have her way. His mate was as strong in bed as she was everywhere else. He loved it. Her hands in his hair and her tongue working his mouth had him ready to explode again. He shifted his hips slightly, pushing into her until he could go no farther. The feel of her muscles contracting around his painfully hard cock made it impossible for him to hold still. Sliding out of her until only the tip of him rested within her opening, he commanded, “Look at me, Katarina. Look at your King as he loves you.”

He thrust into her, pulling right back out. Viktor started a rhythm that Katarina easily met stroke for stroke. They stared into one another’s eyes as their passion exploded. He pushed her knees toward her chest, lifting her bottom off the bed, going deeper into her warm, wet pussy. He rolled his hips, the head of his cock caressing the sensitive bundle of nerves. The walls of her vagina closed tighter around him. He slammed into her, bumping her clit with his pelvis. They both struggled to gasp their next breath.

Katarina’s mouth opened in a silent scream as she reached her climax. Her beautiful grey eyes holding his with the promise of eternity, he was helpless but to follow her over the edge. Viktor knew he would follow his mate anywhere. He loved her with all that he was.

Hours later after making love until neither could move, Katarina was laid across his chest when Viktor glimpsed the mark of their mating. Lifting her wrist to his lips, he kissed the beautiful glyph, thanking Zeus for the wonder of his Katarina.

Opening her eyes, Katarina looked at him as if he’d hung the moon and stars, and in that moment, Viktor Katsaros believed that he could.

“W
ell, la dee da, lookie here, Miss Fancy Pants. You have an invitation to the gala celebrating the Katsaros Industries and Roma Tech merger.” Cyn’s admin and long-time friend, Adele, sing-songed as she fanned herself with what looked to be an expensive off-white linen envelope while doing her best model walk into Cynthia’s office.

“I have no idea why I would be invited to that. I’m just a sales consultant for a drug company. I don’t know diddly about tech. And besides, I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Well, you better get your butt in gear. Dust off that credit card, baby, cause you’ve got the golden ticket.”

“What the hell are you talking about? What golden ticket?”

“Girl, get your head out of the books and catch up on your pop culture. There is more to life than the newest anti-inflammatory or anti-depressant. You have a VIP ticket to the big show. It says you’ll be sitting at one of the tables next to the head guy, his new wife, and the other big wigs. You have to go so I can live vicariously through you.”