SELENE
I straddled Viktor’s powerful thighs, my knees sinking into the rumpled black sheets of his private quarters. The room was a fortress of dark luxury, dim red lighting, heavy velvet drapes blocking out the world, and the faint scent of smoke and expensive cologne clinging to everything. My hands braced against his broad, tattooed chest as I rocked my hips harder, taking his thick c**k deeper with every downwards grind.
“f**k… just like that, princess,” Viktor growled beneath me, his hands gripping my waist hard enough to bruise. His eyes were half-lidded with dark pleasure, watching my breasts bounce freely with every rise and fall. I hated how good it felt—the way he stretched me, the slick friction hitting every sensitive spot inside. My body betrayed me with waves of unwanted
