Chapter 137: You’re safe

"Yes. I’m going to help you relax," Viktor murmured, his voice calm and reassuring. "Just breathe, little bird. If anything feels wrong, tell me."

Sienna nodded, drawing in a slow, unsteady breath as she tried to quiet the nervous flutter in her chest. She trusted him. Even so, everything about the moment felt new.

"That’s it," he praised softly. "You’re doing well."

His hands rested gently on her thighs, his touch unhurried as he searched her face instead of rushing ahead.

"Can you relax for me?"

She swallowed and gave the smallest nod, willing herself to loosen the tension she hadn’t even realized she was holding.

"Good girl."

The words were spoken so quietly they sounded more like encouragement than command.

Viktor leaned in and brushed his lips against hers in another lingering kiss, giving her time to settle. Sienna melted into him almost immediately, returning the kiss with growing confidence.

Their breaths mingled as the kiss deepened naturally, slow at first, then more eager as the distance between them disappeared.

He wanted her, there was no hiding that, but even wrapped in his arms, he never stopped watching her expression, making sure she was still with him, still choosing him every step of the way.

"I’ll be gentle," he whispered against her ear again, his voice barely more than a breath. "Your skin... I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long. Just stay with me."

Sienna closed her eyes and tried to steady her breathing. Every nerve in her body seemed awake.

Viktor’s touch remained slow and deliberate, never hurried. His hand traced the inside of her thigh with featherlight strokes, lingering just enough to make her shiver. He watched her closely, waiting for any sign that she wanted him to stop.

"There you are," he murmured. "Just breathe."

The tenderness of his touch sent a tremor through her. Her back arched instinctively, and a quiet gasp escaped before she could catch it.

"Easy," he whispered. "Don’t force yourself. Just let yourself feel."

She nodded, biting her lower lip as she fought to calm the nervous flutter in her chest. Every unfamiliar sensation made her heart race faster.

"I’ve imagined holding you like this since the day we met," Viktor admitted, resting his forehead briefly against hers. "If anything hurts, you tell me immediately. I want this to be good for you."

His words eased some of the tension she’d been carrying.

Still, when he shifted slightly, Sienna instinctively drew her legs together, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

A small smile touched Viktor’s lips.

"You don’t have to hide from me, little bird."

He waited.

Only when she slowly relaxed again did he continue teasing her with his middle finger, his gaze never leaving her face for long. He was studying every breath, every tiny reaction, making sure she was comfortable before moving another inch.

"You can stop me whenever you want," he reminded her softly. "I mean that."

Sienna looked into his eyes and gave a small, certain nod.

Her fingers slipped into his hair as she leaned forward, finding another kiss instead of words. The kiss deepened naturally, slow and searching, dissolving the last of her uncertainty as Viktor held her with unmistakable care, giving her all the time she needed.

"I want you to come, and I want to see your face as you come, again and again."

"Look at me, little bird. I want to see your face."

He reached behind her just long enough to slide a pillow beneath her head, making sure she was comfortable before his attention returned to her.

Sienna’s heart pounded.

The intensity in his gaze was almost frightening, not because she thought he would hurt her, but because she had never been looked at with such overwhelming desire before. Everything was new. Every sensation. Every emotion.

She squeezed her eyes shut as another wave of pleasure washed through her.

"Please... I..." she whispered, unable to finish the sentence. She wasn’t even sure what she wanted to say. Viktor noticed immediately.

"Open your eyes for me," he said softly. "You’re safe." His fingers kept stroking expertly, while his tongue never stopped.

"Ahhhh!" Sienna shouted as she came for the first time. The orgasm was long and strong, overwhelming. Her body was taut like a string, trapped by what Viktor was doing. When she felt the orgasm subside, he rushed at her exhausted, tender, and sensitive clit again, almost painfully. Sienna clenched her teeth until they grated, squirming impaled by his finger.

"Please, no more, can’t take more of that." The tension she’d been holding onto finally broke. A trembling cry escaped her as pleasure swept over her, leaving her breathless. Her whole body went rigid for a heartbeat before slowly relaxing against the mattress.

"Okay, baby," Viktor paused, giving her time to recover instead of rushing her this time, and softly kissed and stroked all the places that were hurting. Even the gentlest touch made her flinch now, her body still trembling from the intensity of what she had just experienced.

He immediately stopped.

Instead of teasing her further, he brushed a few loose strands of hair away from her face and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. His hands moved gently over her arms and shoulders, comforting rather than demanding anything from her.

He stayed there until her breathing finally evened out.

Only then did he reach for the nightstand, take a packet of wet wipes, and carefully help her clean up with quiet attentiveness.

"Better?" he asked.

When he finished, he settled beside her and wrapped an arm around her as carefully as he could, mindful of the healing wound on his back. It was easy to forget he had only just returned from the hospital.

Sienna rested her head against his shoulder, still trying to make sense of everything she had just experienced.

She couldn’t quite find the words.

She only knew that every muscle in her body felt pleasantly heavy, her cheeks still warm with embarrassment, and despite the lingering soreness that came from unfamiliar intimacy, she had never imagined she could feel so completely overwhelmed by just his finger and imagine what his manhood would be like.