Page 107 of Top Shelf

The image tears through what little control I have left, and my hips jerk against his chest, but his gaze stays locked on mine.

I come hard, with his name in my mouth and the vibrator pressed tight to my clit, hips rolling helplessly against his chest while his wrists pull hard against his restraints. He watches me through all of it, and when I finally click the toy off, I’m shaking from being so turned on.

“Untie me,” he says.

My shoulders rise and fall with a breathy giggle. “Ask nicely.”

His eyes narrow. “Please.”

I barely get the rope clear before he flips us, his hands spreading my thighs with the kind of hunger that makes my breath catch. The rope falls somewhere near the pillows, and the vibrator rolls against my hip. Viktor hooks my knees over his shoulders and looks up at me from between my legs.

“I am starving, min fru.”

“Then eat,” I rasp.

His mouth hits me with no gradual build up of kisses or nips against my skin. Viktor’s tongue drags over my clit then dips into me, deep and filthy, and when I buck, his hands clamp around my thighs and hold me open.

I grab his hair and arch. “Fuck, yes.”

He groans against me, and I feel it everywhere.

“Viktor.” My head falls back. “Look at you. So fucking attentive.”

His answer is to suck my clit into his mouth, and I nearly levitate. The low buzz of the toy starts again, and my eyes fly open. He lifts his head just enough for me to see his mouth, wet and greedy with a grin, and then presses the toy to my clit. His tongue follows lower, and his fingers slide inside me.

My whole body jerks.

“Mm, yes,” he murmurs against me. “Greedy for me.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“I am very greedy.” He holds my thighs wider. “For you, I have no manners.”

His eyes lock with mine as he moves the vibrator in a slow circle and licks into me as if he plans to take my orgasm straight into his mouth. It’s obscene. Perfectly fucking obscene. His tongue, the vibration, his fingers inside me. I grind against him, and he pins me tighter to the mattress.

“You like your toy better when it is in my hand, yes?”

“Viktor.”

His eyes flare, and he adds more pressure on my clit. “Tell me, Heidi.”

“Fuck,” I sob, a hand flying into his hair. “Yes, yes, I like everything better with you.”

“So come for me,” he says. “I want to feel it on my tongue this time.”

Pleasure tears through me so hard I cry out, legs shaking around his shoulders, hips jerking against his mouth as his fingers work me through every pulse. He doesn’t stop until I push weakly at his wrist and whimper his name.

The toy clicks off and he crawls up my body, kissing me before I have fully returned to myself. I taste myself on him, and it makes me feral for more.

“Condom,” I say against his mouth.

He is off the bed before I finish saying the word, pulling the black pouch open with hands that aren’t nearly as steady as usual. I stare at the sight of Viktor Karlsson, controlled and careful and difficult to rattle, standing naked beside our bed with his wrists faintly marked from rope, trying to get a condom open.

I sit up. “Come here.”

He looks at me with a frown. “I can do it.”

“I wanna do it.”