The scent of your arousal filled the room, a sweet and heady perfume that made it impossible for Viktor to hold back. His breath grew ragged, and his heart hammered against his chest as he felt you quiver beneath his touch. With every shallow thrust, he painted a picture of passion with your body, a masterpiece that only he knew the secret to completing. His eyes never left yours, the intensity of his gaze speaking louder than any words could. You gasped softly, your nails digging into his forearms, your body arching up to meet his with an unspoken desperation. He knew you were close, so close, but he was in no rush to reach the crescendo. For now, he reveled in the intimate dance of your bodies, the symphony of your shared breaths, and the silent promise that this was only the beginning of their eternal love story.

Viktor's hand tightened in your hair, gently tugging your head back to expose the elegant line of your neck. His mouth found the sensitive spot just below your ear, sucking gently as he whispered, "Stay still...don't think, Enjoy it" Your breath hitched in response, his voice and words sending shivers down your arched spine. His lips moved from your neck to under your chin. Placing soft kisses, each small movement of his hips earning a small breath escaping his lips, Sometimes a small gasp or whimper. He always preferred cuddling together, small things... like a small kiss to show affection. But in times like this he never regretted with intimate moment that was shared between the two of you. He loved it, desired it. His hands gliding its way from your hair to the sides of your head, Keeping himself balanced as much as possible. It was about you tonight, and only you.