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me.”
    He
placed his hand on her hip, and moved it down. Viktor pulled back and stared
right in her eyes, watched as her pupils dilated from her lust, and heard her
suck in a breath of air. When he stopped at the hem of her dress he swore she
stopped breathing altogether … the same as he did. He’d never been this hard before,
never needed a female so badly. His cock felt like steel in his slacks, the tip
already slickened with pre-cum, and his balls drawn up tight.
    “I
want this,” she said, but it was soft, as if maybe she wasn’t sure she’d
actually just said the words.
    “You
sure you want this, want me, Karina?” he asked in a low voice, keeping her
pressed up against the wall. Moving his hand to her face, he cupped her cheek
for only a second before moving it down to rest at her pulse point right below
her ear. Her pulse was racing beneath his fingertip, another arousing sign that
she was just as deep into this as he was.
    “Yes.
That’s crazy, right?”
    He
wanted her acceptance of this, her willingness. “No, because I want you.” That
was what made him a fucking madman for her, obsessed and feeling like he’d tear
through his own skin just to sample her. It was about her giving him this of
her own free will, and because she wanted it, too. Her wanting him was the high he needed, like a drug addict
getting his next fix.
    She is your drug, your weakness.
    Yes,
he knew that, had known that from the moment he realized he couldn’t stop
thinking about her until she was his.
    “Someone
might see us, question all of this,” she whispered softly with a hitch in her
voice. He looked down at her lips and moved his hand lower, over her
collarbone, across her large breasts pressed against the silky material of her
gown, and over her arm. He placed his finger at her radial, feeling her pulse
beating wildly there, too. A low sound left him at that, at the fact she was
frantic for him.
    “Even
if they do, I don’t fucking care,” he said against her lips. He looked into her
eyes as he gathered the bottom of her dress and brought it up, exposing her
thighs.
    “This
is so crazy.” Her eyes were wide as she looked at him.
    “It’s
crazy, but so fucking good.” He moved his hand under her dress, sliding it
higher until he reached the junction between her thighs, the sweet spot that
could have made him come right in his slacks. She wore a pair of little cotton
panties, and even though he wanted to touch her cunt, he couldn’t lie and say
feeling that little strip of fabric covering her pussy didn’t turn him on
something fierce.
    “Tell
me to touch your pussy.” He liked to hear dirty shit while claiming a female,
but with Karina he knew it would be the sweetest of all because of her
naturally submissive side and shy demeanor. “Tell me, baby.”
    There
was clear arousal in her expression, in her body language, but she was also
nervous. He knew it was a combination of the fact there were people right on
the other side of the wall he had her pressed up against, that she was here
with him , and the fact she was
overloaded with her desire. He could see that on her face, and it made his cock
jerk.
    She
didn’t speak right away, but despite that he felt her heat, her wetness between
her thighs. Her little panties were soaked in the middle, and he ran the pad of
his finger back and forth, lightly over the material, seeing her pupils dilate
even more for him. It took a lot of willpower not to just pull the fabric aside
and touch her bare flesh, feel how wet and hot she really was for him. He
wouldn’t ask her again, but he knew he wouldn’t have to because she’d give in.
He saw her resistance crumbling in the face of her lust.
    “Touch
me,” Karina said softly. When she closed her eyes and sucked in another breath,
he knew she was relinquishing herself in this one moment, and giving herself
over to him finally.
    Viktor
grabbed the tiny elastic edge of her panties, pulled them aside, and touched
her pussy.