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drunk together?” For some reason, that was really funny.
“I suppose you could say that, yes.” He chuckled. “Did your father drink?”
She scoffed. “My father pickled his liver before I was born! I think he had my brothers drinking before they were out of their teens. The four of them would sit around and make grand plans for the expansion of the Berezin territory while they drank themselves to oblivion.”
“Grand plans?” He raised his brows. “Like what?”
“Like taking over your father’s position.” Kira sucked down about half the glass in one pull. Her head was swimming now, but strangely enough it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation. She felt rather floaty. “Viktor?”
He seemed distracted. “Yes?”
“Will you have sex with me?”
She must have said that a little more loudly than she had intended, because several people at the surrounding tables turned to stare. Kira pretended not to notice and just smiled at them.
“Kira?”
“Yeah?”
“I think it’s time to go home.”
Viktor stood up, but to Kira’s surprise, when she tried to stand she found herself gripping the table as a wave of dizziness overwhelmed her. She grabbed for Viktor and let him support her as she tried to look somewhat normal on their way out of the pub.
VIKTOR FILED WHAT Kira had said about her father into the back of his mind for further examination. For now, he was fully occupied trying to figure out how one tiny glass of sangria had turned his graceful dancer into a lumbering bear.
He finally gave up trying to walk her to her apartment. He swept her into his arms and carried her there. It was damned distracting the way she kept kissing his neck, though. His cock was already hard as a rock, and he hadn’t even managed to get her home.
The last flight of steps was agony. She had threaded her fingers into his hair and lightly scored his scalp with her nails as she bit his throat with her teeth. His skin was tingling everywhere she touched, and he wanted her so badly he was afraid he was going to come as soon as he sank his cock inside her tight little channel.
“Kira,” he grunted. “We need to calm down here for a moment.”
He fished in his pocket for her keys and finally managed to find the right one. She wasn’t having any of the calming down, though. As soon as the door was closed behind them, she scrambled out of his arms. He tried to steady her when her feet hit the floor, but that wasn’t necessary. She was suddenly balanced and graceful again and determined about what she wanted.
Her leggings hit the floor first, followed by her leotard as she scrambled out of her clothes.
At that point, his brain fogged over. “Kira, wait.”
“No more waiting. I’ve been waiting three years already.”
All of that smooth skin beckoned to him, and Viktor could hardly form a coherent sentence. He’d only seen her with her clothes on until now. The form-fitting leotard had given a hint as to the perfection of her shape, but now he could see every inch of her pale, perfect body. Her breasts were high and firm, the perfect size to fit his palms. Each nipple was dusky rose. Her areolae were drawn up into tight little puckers, and her nipples were hard as diamonds.
Unable to resist one second longer, Viktor closed the distance between them and knelt before his wife. He kissed her belly and then cupped one breast and took her nipple in his mouth. He sucked and licked at her skin. The way she moaned and writhed against him urged him on. He cupped the other one in his hand and pinched her nipple until she squealed with delight.
He had to remind himself that she was a virgin still. There was a bed just a few feet away in the small confines of the studio apartment. Standing up, he swept Kira into his arms and carried her the short distance.
“I’m going to make you come first,” he told her gruffly. “Then I’m going to have you. Do you understand?”
“Yes!” She arched her back, planting her feet on
“I suppose you could say that, yes.” He chuckled. “Did your father drink?”
She scoffed. “My father pickled his liver before I was born! I think he had my brothers drinking before they were out of their teens. The four of them would sit around and make grand plans for the expansion of the Berezin territory while they drank themselves to oblivion.”
“Grand plans?” He raised his brows. “Like what?”
“Like taking over your father’s position.” Kira sucked down about half the glass in one pull. Her head was swimming now, but strangely enough it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation. She felt rather floaty. “Viktor?”
He seemed distracted. “Yes?”
“Will you have sex with me?”
She must have said that a little more loudly than she had intended, because several people at the surrounding tables turned to stare. Kira pretended not to notice and just smiled at them.
“Kira?”
“Yeah?”
“I think it’s time to go home.”
Viktor stood up, but to Kira’s surprise, when she tried to stand she found herself gripping the table as a wave of dizziness overwhelmed her. She grabbed for Viktor and let him support her as she tried to look somewhat normal on their way out of the pub.
VIKTOR FILED WHAT Kira had said about her father into the back of his mind for further examination. For now, he was fully occupied trying to figure out how one tiny glass of sangria had turned his graceful dancer into a lumbering bear.
He finally gave up trying to walk her to her apartment. He swept her into his arms and carried her there. It was damned distracting the way she kept kissing his neck, though. His cock was already hard as a rock, and he hadn’t even managed to get her home.
The last flight of steps was agony. She had threaded her fingers into his hair and lightly scored his scalp with her nails as she bit his throat with her teeth. His skin was tingling everywhere she touched, and he wanted her so badly he was afraid he was going to come as soon as he sank his cock inside her tight little channel.
“Kira,” he grunted. “We need to calm down here for a moment.”
He fished in his pocket for her keys and finally managed to find the right one. She wasn’t having any of the calming down, though. As soon as the door was closed behind them, she scrambled out of his arms. He tried to steady her when her feet hit the floor, but that wasn’t necessary. She was suddenly balanced and graceful again and determined about what she wanted.
Her leggings hit the floor first, followed by her leotard as she scrambled out of her clothes.
At that point, his brain fogged over. “Kira, wait.”
“No more waiting. I’ve been waiting three years already.”
All of that smooth skin beckoned to him, and Viktor could hardly form a coherent sentence. He’d only seen her with her clothes on until now. The form-fitting leotard had given a hint as to the perfection of her shape, but now he could see every inch of her pale, perfect body. Her breasts were high and firm, the perfect size to fit his palms. Each nipple was dusky rose. Her areolae were drawn up into tight little puckers, and her nipples were hard as diamonds.
Unable to resist one second longer, Viktor closed the distance between them and knelt before his wife. He kissed her belly and then cupped one breast and took her nipple in his mouth. He sucked and licked at her skin. The way she moaned and writhed against him urged him on. He cupped the other one in his hand and pinched her nipple until she squealed with delight.
He had to remind himself that she was a virgin still. There was a bed just a few feet away in the small confines of the studio apartment. Standing up, he swept Kira into his arms and carried her the short distance.
“I’m going to make you come first,” he told her gruffly. “Then I’m going to have you. Do you understand?”
“Yes!” She arched her back, planting her feet on
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