26__She wants me

His mouth caressed her throat, his teeth sharp against her delicate skin. Kamilla bit her lip, still vaguely telling herself to move away, to escape the hold he suddenly had over her.

Her skin tingled strangely wherever his mouth touched and Kamilla was aware of the pulsing need that had suddenly taken over her body.
What was this sorcery that Viktor had done to her? Against her will, her hands trailed up, curving around his neck. She held him to her as he wreaked havoc on her self-control with nothing but his mouth.
“I feel you, Kamilla,” he said. She shivered when his breath caressed her neck. He kissed where the pulse throbbed in her neck, sucking on her. “I feel all of you… inside myself…”

His lips trailed over her rosy cheek and when Viktor kissed her, possessing her mouth, Kamilla’s defenses cracked and shattered. He kissed her with a hot, ferocious hunger that left her breathless, his mouth exploring her taste and loving it.
Too soon, she felt him pull away and she blinked, attempting to clear her vision. Her eyes were heavy with desire, seeing nothing past the man before her.

Soft material brushed against her face and Kamilla felt her clothes come off. Her hands dived beneath his shirt and she delighted in the feel of his hot, hard body against her soft fingers. She felt him tremble at her touch and felt more than satisfaction fill her. To know that this large man was trembling, made weak by the simple touch of her hand put her on cloud nine.

Viktor groaned with desire when her body was exposed to his hungry gaze. Her hair spilled over his black sheets like a red river flowing around her vanilla white skin. She stared at him with hungry, heavy-lidded green eyes, her lips pink and parted on a silent gasp.
She was so fucking perfect, the sight was enough to kill him. He lowered his mouth to her chest, cupping, caressing, and ravaging her body until Kamilla could no longer resist him or the dark desire he conjured up within her.
She pulled off his shirt, her hands desperate to trace the wide expanse of his bare chest.
Nothing could have prepared her for the burst of pleasure she felt at the sensation of his naked body against hers, writhing and rocking in a pleasurable dance that seemed to draw her even deeper into him.

The sounds she was making filled his head, nearly driving Viktor insane. Never before had he felt such desire, such hunger, fuelled by the sounds of a woman. Kamilla was something dangerous.

“Kamilla.” Her name was on his tongue, it filled his head. It was written on his dark soul in bright red fire. “I want you… every fucking inch of you…”
She trembled against him. “Viktor…”

Their mouths collided, fuelling the fire between them. He was hot and heavy against her and Kamilla wrapped both arms around him, throwing her head back when he rocked against her. Nothing had ever felt that amazing before. It was so powerful, she thought she would splinter to pieces.
His warmth left her when she felt him slip away, trailing his hands down her body. She shivered, her fingers searching for him.
Kamilla’s eyes flew open when she felt his hands spread her thighs, strong fingers tracing powerfully over her core until she was breathless, writhing against the bed. She was just barely grasping for a climax when his hands disappeared. Kamilla sighed only to release a ragged groan when she suddenly felt his mouth there.

Her back shot up, arching off the bed, her hands instantly diving into his hair and gripping his head as wave after of wave of powerful release washed over her.
She’d never felt anything like it before. It was overwhelmingly powerful, all-consuming and Kamilla could do nothing but give in to the pleasure of it. It sent her over the edge and Kamilla felt like she was soaring through a galaxy, the space around her lit up with brilliantly white stars.

She felt his arms wrap around her as she floated down, body light as a feather. Then his mouth was on hers again and Kamilla couldn’t believe the desire burning through her again. Her arms wrapped around him as he moved his mouth to kiss her chin, her cheek, her forehead.

Her eyes fluttered open and stared into his as Viktor stared down at her. He moved against her and her grip tightened, subconsciously wanting to keep him close. His body rocked and Kamilla saw his gaze intensify on hers. His eyes fell closed for a moment and she felt a sensation unlike any other as he entered her. The scream tore out of her throat before Kamilla had even registered it. Her back arched and her climax slammed through her, making Viktor groan as he felt it reverberate powerfully through her body.

He looked into her eyes and they glowed hard as she stared at him. Her nails dug into his back, clutching him to her as they rode their wave of desire together, taking as much as they gave and finding the deepest comfort in each other.

He was wild and hard, giving her no choice but to take every inch of him and to feed every bit of his hunger.
Kamilla knew more than anything that no matter how much she’d denied it, she and Viktor were one.
Suited. Soulmates.
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There were mirrors everywhere. The walls, the cupboards, the shower. The bathroom was covered in mirrors.
That’s why Kamilla couldn’t escape facing herself.

She stood in the middle of the gigantic bathroom and glared at herself in a wall-length mirror.
Her hands sat on her hips. With pursed lips, she studied herself. White towel wrapped around her hair, another towel around her body, big fluffy bedroom slippers on her feet, and one huge yellow rubber duckie tucked under her arm.
She sighed and shook her head, closing her eyes.

“You just…” she started in a whisper. “… Couldn’t… keep your hands… TO YOURSELF, COULD YOU?!” she screamed, sending the rubber duck flying across the room. It hit a mirror with a squeak and bounced away.

Kamilla rushed up to a counter and leaned over to stare at herself.
Oh, blast! Look at how her skin was glowing! Her mouth was so pink, you’d think she had rubbed a cherry on it for hours! Her fingers tugged at her blushing cheeks, poking at the love bites, startlingly red on her white neck.

And all this… from what she and Viktor had done. What she’d let him do. What she’d wanted to do. Hell, what she’d been desperate to do! The memory of his hands on her made her tremble and Kamilla glared at herself.

“I’ve lost freaking my mind. Oh, Kamilla,” she murmured in a grave tone, shaking her head. She narrowed her eyes at herself. “There! Now you’ve done it! Went and gave yourself to him like a sacred offering!” She jabbed a finger at the mirror. “Did you think you could resist him?! He’s a Vampire King! One who’s got control over you, you silly duck!”

She huffed and began pacing, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. How would she face him? How could she ever look him in the face and call him a bat-winged goose again? He’d likely set that heavy blue-eyed gaze of his on her and say something like “What’s this? Have you forgotten how you’d screamed with desire beneath me?”.

“Oh, kill me now!” groaned Kamilla, covering her face with both hands. She looked across the room at another wall length mirror and glared at her traitorous legs.
“Look at you two!” she growled. “Betrayed me and wrapped tight around him, didn’t you?!”
Oh, what did a girl have to do to get limbs that wouldn’t betray her at the first sight of a Vampire King?
Kamilla bit her lip. This was it. What she’d felt when Viktor… when he did all that he did to her… damn, it was way too powerful to come back from. Kamilla knew that know they were even more closely bonded than before.
There would be no escaping from Viktor now. Not when her soul was linked to his.

She must have slept afterward. Of fucking course, she’d slept. Her traitorous body had felt like it had just undergone a five-star full body massage! Kamilla released a single sob before face-palming. At least she hadn’t had to face him when she woke up. She dashed out of his chambers as fast as she could.

Now, she just had to play it cool. Yup. Kamilla nodded at herself in the mirror, as serious as a heart attack.
That’s right. Viktor probably expected her to now turn into this post-sex, shy little half-Vamp that he could boss around with his seductive little eyes!
Hah! Over her dead body. Kamilla would play it cooler than an iceberg. So what if he’d managed to seduce her? It didn’t mean shit.

Bang, bang, bang.

Kamilla jumped, clutching at the towel on her head as it unwound itself. Someone had just knocked on her bathroom door. She stood, frozen.

Bang, bang, bang.
“Kamilla?!”

She gasped. Oh, no! Oh, no! What was Viktor doing here?! Kamilla’s desperate gaze darted around the room, seeing nothing but herself reflected in every mirror. Where were the damn windows?! She needed to make a run for it!

“Kamilla? I’m coming in.”