My knees buckled.
"f**k—" I gasped, dazed, staring at him with wide eyes. "Viktor…"
"Show me what you were doing," he murmured around my fingers. "How you like to pleasure yourself."
With that request, his touch moved down, guiding my own hand lower. My fingers slid over my side, my abdomen, until they rested at the waistband of my shorts.
My desire overpowered my shyness when I took his hand and guided it inside.
His long, skilled fingers pulled my underwear aside, slid down, and pressed against my c******s. The mere touch of his fingertip—barely anything—made me shudder on my feet.
I arched back against his chest, begging for more.
"For the seven Hells, Nadia," he growled against my nape, pressing his hips into mine. His hard length jumped against my ass. "You’re soaking your unde
