Bleeding Love (+18)

I felt him step closer to me, both hands holding my arms. Viktor was a gentleman, he was not going to do more, nor did I know if I wanted more, but I leaned into him and pressed my face to his chest.
The hard, firm wall of him welcomed me, and I couldn't help sob. "I keep feeling like I will never be whole... I will never be sane..."
His grip grew tighter on my arms, my hands rested on his chest as I looked up. His eyes held storms, and I was caught in the middle of them.
"I am sorry," I whispered. "I don't want to look so weak..."
There were no more words left for me to say, his lips found mine, and I melted into his cold embrace. His tongue met mine and I moaned as his hands slid down from my waist to my lower body.
My robe fell, and I lifted my hands to wrap around his neck, pulling his face to me as he sank his fingers into my flesh, and I felt him lift me in a swift move, taking me to the bed.
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Viktor Volkov never thought his short visit to the US would take more than three days, but after finding a woman who had lost her memories, he couldn't help feeling drawn to her in ways he had not felt for over centuries.
Dawn woke up from a nightmare into another one. She had lost all her memories, and she didn't know who to trust. But the man who had his cold eyes on her seemed to be the only one who made her feel alive.