Page 110 of Top Shelf

“Fuck, Viktor.” I brush my mouth over his. “You’re so close.”

His hand leaves my clit long enough to catch my jaw.

“Open.”

I do, and he spits into my mouth again. Heat explodes through me and I swallow while staring straight into his eyes. He leans in and kisses me hard, tongue pushing into my mouth as though he wants to taste what he just gave me. My finger curls hard in response, and Viktor tears his mouth away on a broken groan.

“Fuck, Heidi. Fuck.” His hips lose the last of their rhythm. “Do not stop. Please do not fucking stop.”

Another string of breathless Swedish spills from him.

“What’d you say?”

“I said I’m going to come so hard I forget my own fucking name.” A moan rips out of me as he continues. “And I want you coming around my cock when I do.”

“Fuck, Viktor. Keep talking like that and I will.”

“I know.” His voice cracks against my mouth. “Your cunt is squeezing me.”

Viktor’s head drops back, the sound long and helpless and nothing like the controlled man I know. His fingers pinch at my clit and his mouth moves to my neck, sucking the tender skin below my earlobe. Pleasure gathers so violently through my body that my thighs start shaking around him.

“Oh my God, I fucking lo—”

I bite it off on a cry as the orgasm hits, my pussy clenching hard around his cock while my finger stays moving inside him. Viktor groans like I’ve ripped something open inside him, one hand crushing the sheet beside my head while the other keeps working my clit through every pulse.

“Jag älskar dig också,” he rasps against my skin.

My mouth falls open on another broken sound, and he nips my earlobe. More Swedish spills out of him after that, broken and beautiful, but I don’t ask what it means. I don’t have the breath to ask while he’s losing it.

“Come,” I gasp. “Come like this for me.”

His entire body seizes, and the sound that leaves him is a shout. He comes harder than I’ve ever seen him come, hips stuttering between my thighs while his cock pulses inside me and his face presses against my neck.

“Fuck.” His voice is wrecked beyond recognition. “Heidi, fuck, I have never felt—”

Another shudder cuts him off and I hold him through it until his hips finally slow and I remove my finger gently. Viktor stays over me with his face buried against my skin. Every few seconds I feel his cock twitch inside me, and I feel stupidly smug knowing I did this to him. Eventually, he lifts his head enough to look at me, his hair damp at the temples.

Viktor Karlsson looks completely fucking ruined. It does wonderful things for my ego.

His gaze moves slowly over my face. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” I nod, still trying to find enough oxygen. “You?”

A rough laugh leaves him. “I think so.”

“You think so?”

He brushes his palm over my cheek. “I have never come like that in my life.”

“Good,” I whisper back, my fingers tracing up and down his back. “Because I’m pretty sure you just ruined sex for me with anyone else.”

His expression changes, but before either of us can decide what to do with that, Viktor lowers his mouth to mine. The kiss is unbearably gentle. His hand cradles the side of my face while mine slides into his hair, and for a few seconds we slowly kiss with him still inside me. When he finally pulls back, his forehead stays against mine.

“Still okay?”

“Mhm.” I kiss the corner of his mouth. “Very.”

He kisses the corner of my mouth, my eyelid, my ear, then pushes himself carefully upright, holding the base of the condom as he pulls out. Even that slow movement makes me wince.