81__Giving in to desire

Viktor burst into his chambers, slamming the doors open with his back as he carried Kamilla against his front, embracing the warmth he got from her body wrapped around his. She fit him like a custom made glove. All his.
Her legs tightened around his waist and he knew she was getting as desperate as he was.

She could no longer speak, only sighing and moaning her desire as he hungrily kissed her, allowing her to push his coat off his shoulders and unbutton his shirt. Viktor was *ravenous*. As ravenous as a beast that had been starved for weeks, which, in a way, he was. He’d been so hungry for her.

“Y-your...” she whispered shakily. “... meeting...”

Viktor stalked over to his bed and dropped them onto it, pinning her to the mattress. “Fuck it...” he growled out.

There was no way he could think about anything else right now. Not with Kamilla’s body slowly becoming bare before his sight. Not with her hands running up into his hair and her mouth hungry against his.

Viktor threw her coat over his shoulder and pulled her knees up around his waist so he could run his hands up over her bare thighs, kneading the soft flesh.
“I’ve been fucking desperate, Kamilla,” he groaned against her neck, dragging her sweater up to yank it off. “Been fucking *hungry*...”

His hot mouth against her breasts sent Kamilla falling into a spiral of bliss, her entire body aflame with it. “For... m-me?” she gasped, clutching at his bare shoulders.

“Always you,” he whispered with a hungry kiss, lowering his body on hers so their naked torsos touched and sent pleasure shooting through both of them.
The feel of her bare breasts, soft and warm against his hard chest was enough to send Viktor into a frenzy.

She drove him insane. This woman who he never expected to need this much. She drove him to absolute *madness*.

His hands were relentless, ridding them both of their clothes so he could see more of her. So he could explore every inch of her.
Kamilla’s stubborn streak disappeared when he became like this. When he set her on fire with desire this way, she had no way to fight him. This was when she totally submitted to her Vampire King, giving him all of her.

When he pinned her to the mattress, caging her wrists and pinning her down with his hips, the helplessness she felt sent such an unexpected burst of pleasure exploding through her that Kamilla could do nothing but moan her plea. Her body writhed beneath his, her core needy for his hard arousal that rubbed provocatively against it.

Kamilla thought her lip would bleed from her biting on it, but she couldn’t help it. The power of the desire Viktor stirred within her was more than physical. It reached into the depth of her soul and made her want him with a ferociousness that surpassed all her logical thought. She knew nothing but that she wanted him inside her, bringing her to that release that she needed with every inch of her.

“Viktor...” her lips whispered against his. When his hand caressed down her body and Kamilla suddenly felt skilled fingers press into her core, rubbing and caressing her into a state of madness, her back arched off the bed as she climaxed, her throat too thick with tears to release anything more coherent than a ragged groan.
Viktor hissed, feeling like his Vampire’s soul was on fire. He grunted against her neck, his senses intoxicated by the scent of her arousal. “So wet,” he groaned as Kamilla whimpered, clutching at him. “You smell *so* fucking good, Kamilla...”

Letting his urges take control, Viktor slid down between her thighs and inhaled her scent, getting drunk on it. He looked up at her, eyes glowing green behind the sway of his black hair. Kamilla trembled as he slowly smiled at her, like a cat at a mouse hole. With no warning, he dove in, feeding on her to his heart’s content.

Viktor let himself imprint her taste, her scent, the feel of her against him within himself, knowing that there was absolutely no other woman for him.

Kamilla was beside herself with desire when Viktor finally took her, convinced beyond doubt that no other man in the universe could make her feel the way Viktor did. Wrapping her arms around him, she held him as tightly as he held her while they rode out their desire.

Yes, Kamilla thought. There definitely didn’t exist a man who could make her feel like Viktor did.
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The room glowed with the twilight when Kamilla finally blinked her lids open. Turning her gaze to her right, she paused at the sight of Viktor, just lying there and staring at her.

He looked like he was solving a really difficult math problem as he analyzed her face, staring deep into the green of her eyes.
Kamilla bit her lip, unable to stop the giddiness that suddenly bubbled up within her with absolutely no warning. Her mouth curved in a smile before she could stop it so she raised a hand to cover it.
“What are you staring at?” she asked him through her palm.

Viktor stared silently at her for a moment more. “You,” he said simply.

Kamilla lowered her hand and turned on her side so she could look at him. “Why? Love-struck?” She snorted, giggling at her own joke.

“Yeah,” answered Viktor, making Kamilla choke on her laughter.

Her smile dying away, she blinked at him. “I was... joking.”

“I wasn’t.”

His eyes were intense. Serious. Kamilla gulped with difficulty because there seemed to be a lump stuck in her throat.
“Oh.” The words that wanted to tumble out of her mouth began to line up in her brain and before Kamilla could stop them, they went pouring out. “Then, Viktor... why’d you send me away?” she asked quietly. “I asked if its cause you thought you’d hurt me, but you didn’t answer. Was it because the bond got broken then? You really did stop wanting me once I touched that blade, didn’t you?”

“I never stopped wanting you,” Viktor said, his voice deep and calm like it got when he’d just woken up from sleep. He blinked slowly at her. “Not for one second, Kamilla.”

Her heart lurched at those quiet words and Kamilla reigned it back. She inhaled deeply to calm the excited organ. “Then... why? Because I was really sad. Because I thought it was me you were mad at. Then I got angry because it didn’t feel fair.”

Viktor lowered his gaze to her pout and raised his hand to tug on her chin. “Who told you it was your fault? I never said it was.”

“That’s how I felt,” said Kamilla through gritted teeth. “You didn’t even let me say goodbye. Even Charming said goodbye to me...” She sighed. “I miss him a little.”

Viktor frowned. “What? My *alter* said goodbye to you? When?”

“When you kicked me to the curb.”

He gave her a look. “Don’t say it like that. I didn’t kick you out per say—”

“You did—”

He shushed her with a finger over her lips. “No, I didn’t. I ordered Damon to take you home to your mother whom I knew you missed because that was the best thing to do considering that I wasn’t sure if I could control myself. After what I did to Emma... and what happened at the Cliff... Kamilla, I didn’t want to put you in danger again.”

His words were genuine and knowing that made her look at him in wonder. “The... the guys told me that you and I... we’re fated? Soulmates?”

Something of pride passed in his eyes and he didn’t bother hiding it. “We are, Kamilla.”

“Then being separated wouldn’t have been... easy... for either of us. But you still did it? Are you insane or masochistic?”

His mouth curved in a smile that showed as much humor as a concrete wall. “There could’ve been no other option. I realized I’m not sure you’re safe with me, so I sent you far from me, period. Whether or not it drives me insane. As long as you were safe.”

She looked at him. “What about now?”

Her eyes were wide, so he knew she really wanted to know. Of course she’d wonder if he’d ever wake up one day and just decide he was feeling rather moody and his fangs felt a little sharp so that must mean it was time to send Kamilla off to an island surrounded by silver and crosses where he couldn’t reach her and hurt her.
Gripping her chin, he tilted her face up so she could look directly in his eyes.

“Now, I wouldn’t harm a hair on your head even if I was bewitched to do nothing but hurt you,” said Viktor. “That’s an *oath*, my Queen.”

Kamilla bit her lip as she stared at him, her heart nearly bursting at the seams with love and her eyes filling to the brim with tears.

Viktor glanced at the tears slipping out from the corners of her eyes with scorn and pushed himself up, reaching for clothes. “Tsuh! Why're you crying? Your half-human heart is pathetically sentimental.”

Kamilla scowled at him as she wiped her eyes. “Says the man who’s helplessly in love with me!”

She gasped when his shirt suddenly hit her in the face. “Ah! Viktor!”

He glanced back at her with sardonic grin. “What? Get dressed so we can eat, your half-human stomach is probably extinct from hunger.”

Kamilla couldn’t stop the laughter the left her as she threw a cushion at his head.

She’d just put the shirt on and was rolling up at the huge sleeves when a sensual melody began to drift through the room.
Smiling in delight, Kamilla started singing along to Kim Taehyung’s Singularity.

Viktor sighed. “Your phone’s ringing, nutcase.”

Kamilla blinked. “Oh!” Throwing off the covers, she started crawling around the bed. “Oh, my God, it is! Where is it?! I can’t find—”

“Here.” Viktor picked up her bag and, reaching in, dug out her phone.

Kamilla took it from him, not missing how he rolled his eyes at her scatterbrain tendencies.
“Yes, hello?” she greeted sweetly.

“Where are you?!” demanded her mother.

Kamilla jumped, flinching away from the phone. “Yikes. Uhm... I’m with Viktor...”

Adelaide released a breath. “Well, why didn’t you tell me you’d be spending time with him today? I’ve been worried *sick*, love! And what’s this about your registration being cancelled? Kamilla.”

Grimacing, Kamilla held a hand to her forehead. “Oh, yeah. Oh, my goodness, mum, I forgot to tell you. Viktor cancelled my registration.”
A moment of silence passed.

“He did *what*?!!” yelled Adelaide. “You’re kidding!”

Viktor paused zipping up his jeans and looked at Kamilla with a raised brow. She shook her head gravely at him.

“That’s my daughter’s education he’s playing with!” her mom yelled. “You know what? Vampire King or not, you bring that young man here, I’m going to have a talk with him!”

Her mom hung up and Kamilla blinked at the phone in the palm of her hand.

Viktor frowned. “What’s going on?”

Raising her gaze to his, Kamilla pointed a finger at Viktor. “You... are in *big* trouble.”