Scarlett
Heat flooded through me so fast it made my head spin. My hand moved before I could stop it, sliding down until my fingers brushed over the hard length. He was burning hot even through the fabric. I wrapped my palm around him, feeling just how thick and heavy he was, and gave one slow, experimental stroke.
Viktor’s breath hitched sharply. His hips jerked forward into my touch, a low, broken sound escaping his throat.
“Scarlett…” he rasped, his voice already wrecked.
I stroked him again, slower this time, squeezing just enough to feel him throb against my palm. All these while happening inside the fabric of the sweatpants. The power of having him like this — the shy nerd who hid this kind of body and this kind of hunger — made me dizzy with want.
Before I could do more, Viktor
