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her pert breasts bounced lightly with each step she took. As he watched, her nipples beaded into tiny points and pressed against the fabric.
    Viktor swallowed. He wanted this woman badly, but she was a virgin. There was a way to go about this that wouldn’t leave them both angry in the end. It would just require a little more control than he was certain he had.
    “Come and sit on the bed,” he suggested. “I can help you with that hair if you’d like.”
    “Help?”
    “I’m assuming you have a comb somewhere in that magic bag. Right?” He kept his tone intentionally light.
    “Why the bed?” She looked almost alarmed.
    Viktor glanced around the shabby living area. “Do you see a better place to sit?”
    “Ah, yes, you’re right about that.”
    Kira made her way into the bedroom and climbed up onto the bed. She settled herself near the middle with her legs folded. It was almost impossible to look at her long legs without imagining them wrapped around his waist.
    He shook off the primal needs riding him ragged and kicked off his shoes and socks. Next, he took off his shirt, pleased when Kira didn’t make a sound. Climbing up beside her, he took the comb from her fingers and began to untangle her long hair.
    The task was truly just an excuse to touch her. He felt her grow relaxed beneath his hands. He gently massaged her scalp with his fingertips as he continued to untangle the length of her incredibly soft hair.
    “Kira, this is beautiful,” he murmured. “Why do you never wear it down?”
    “I suppose I never think of it.” She gave a half-hearted shrug. “I have to have it in a bun when I dance.”
    Viktor wrapped the length of her hair around his hand and moved it away from her neck. Slowly, he lowered his lips to her shoulder where it was exposed by the wide neck of her shirt. She froze at the contact, but she didn’t move away. Then she tilted her head more to give him better access. Viktor smiled. He would use her body’s wants to break down her defenses. That would convince her that physical pleasure was not all bad.
    “What are you doing?” she whispered.
    “Kissing you.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I very much want to.” Viktor let his tongue skim her skin, tasting her sweetness. “You’re extremely desirable. Did you know that?”
     
    KIRA DID NOT know why, but she felt compelled to make sure he understood something. “I’m a virgin,” she belted out.
    “I know that.” He continued to kiss her neck and shoulder, and Kira thought she might melt into a puddle right there on the bed. Then he gave a low, sexy laugh. “I’m not going to take your virginity tonight, but I am going to show you how good it would feel if I did.”
    “You can do that?” she asked in wonder.
    “If I choose.”
    She swallowed back her fear. “Please. I ache, and I don’t know why.”
    He wrapped his arms around her, and she felt the heat of his naked chest through her shirt. He placed his lips on hers. The kiss was intensely arousing. She moaned and writhed against him. When her lips parted, he pushed his tongue into her mouth and made her even hotter for him. She twisted her fingers into his hair to pull him closer.
    Viktor placed one hand on her belly beneath her shirt. Then he slid it up over her ribs to cup her breast. Still kissing her, he used his thumb to play with her nipple. She arched her back. It felt so incredibly good! She wanted more. And then he rolled her nipple between his fingers, and the sharp little prick of pain gave her exactly what she needed.
    Kira gasped against Viktor’s mouth and gave a high pitched cry of shock as her pussy grew hot and wet. Her inner muscles clenched as they ached for something more. She moved restlessly against Viktor. Her hands slipped down to his biceps, and she dug her nails into his warm, hard flesh. He growled and deepened the kiss.
    Cupping her other breast, he pinched her nipple until she was all but screaming her approval. Everything below her waist was