DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 153

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Scarlett

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A day later, the late afternoon sun filtered softly through the curtains of Viktor’s new apartment, wrapping the bedroom warm, golden haze. We had barely left the bed since morning – only long enough to eat leftovers and brew fresh coffe before crawling back under the sheets. The outside world felt distant, unimportant. Right now, nothing existed except t

two of us.

I lay on my side facing him, our legs loosely intertwined beneath the thin sheet. Viktor’s new glasses rested/forgotten or nightstand. His hair was adorably messy from sleep and from my fingers running through it earlier. He watched me wit that quiet, intense gaze that always made my stomach flutter like I was the center of his entire universe.

“You’re staring,” I whispered, a small, teasing smile playing on my lips.

“Can’t help it,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “I still can’t believe you’re really here with me… alive, warm, rine again.”

Before I could respond, he closed the small distance between us and captured my mouth in a slow, deep kiss. It began gently, just the soft press of lips – but quickly grew warmer as he tilted his head, deepening it. I sighed into him, my han sliding up his chest to rest over his steady heartbeat. His skin was warm, the faint scars from the accident still slightly ten under my fingertips, a silent reminder of how close I had come to losing him.

His hands began to wander with tender confidence. One slipped under the hem of my loose t-shirt, palm gliding slowly u my bare back, tracing the curve of my spine. The other cupped my waist, fingers gently squeezing as if he needed to reassure himself that I was solid and real. I shivered at the touch, instinctively pressing closer until there was no space left between our bodies.

We kissed like we had all the time in the world slow and lazy at first, then turning hungry, only to soften again. I nipped playfully at his bottom lip, earning a quiet groan from deep in his throat that sent heat curling low in my belly. His hand drifted higher, brushing the side of my breast through the thin fabric, his thumb stroking lightly. I arched into the touch without thinking, my own hands exploring him in return – sliding over his shoulders, down his arms, then threading through his soft hair to tug him even closer.

“Scarlett…” he breathed my name against my mouth like a prayer, full of longing and relief.

I pulled back just enough to look at him. Both of us were breathing heavier now, eyes locked. Without a word, I sat up slightly and tugged my t-shirt over my head, letting it drop carelessly to the floor beside the bed. Viktor’s eyes darkened wi desire as they roamed over my bare skin, reverent and hungry at the same time. He reached for me immediately, hands skimming my waist, thumbs brushing the sensitive underside of my breasts

“Come here,” he whispered, voice rough, pulling me back down to him.

We rolled together until I was half-draped over his body, our legs tangling tighter under the sheet. His mouth found mine again, the kisses growing more urgent, more demanding. His hands were everywhere – stroking my back, cupping and squeezing my breasts, thumbs circling slowly over my nipples until they tightened into hard peaks under his touch. I moaned softly into the kiss, my hips shifting instinctively against his thigh, seeking friction.

I tugged impatiently at his shirt. He helped me pull it off, tossing it somewhere behind us. The feeling of his bare chest pressed against mine was intoxicating – warm skin, the steady thump of his heart, and the faint trail of hair leading downward. I pressed open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and down his neck, savoring the way he tilted his head to give me better access. His hands never stopped moving, one sliding down to grip my hip possessively, the other threading through my hair to guide my mouth back to his.

The air between us grew thicker with need. Every brush of fingers felt electric. Every sigh and quiet moan filled the quiet room like music. I traced the lines of his ribs, the dip of his waist, the curve where his hip met his thigh. Viktor explored me just as thoroughly, his palms gliding over my stomach, my thighs, and the sensitive skin behind my knees, then back up to cup my ass and pull me even closer against his growing hardness.

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Eventually the kisses slowed, but the heat between us only intensified. We shifted until we were face-to-face again, foreheads resting together, bodies pressed flush. The sheet had slipped down to our waists, but neither of us bothered to fix it. Viktor wrapped one arm securely around my waist while his other hand gently stroked my hair. I nestled against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“I love you,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses to my forehead, my temple, then the corner of my mouth. “So much.”

“I love you too,” I murmured back, my fingers drawing lazy, affectionate patterns on his bare shoulder. For the first time in- weeks, the heavy guilt and fear I had carried felt truly lifted. In its place was only warmth, desire, and the deep, steady love that had survived everything we’d been through.

We lay there cuddling for a while longer, limbs entwined, skin against skin, trading occasional lazy kisses whenever the arge struck. His hand kept moving in slow, soothing strokes along my back and hip. Mine rested over his heart, feeling it bea steadily beneath my palm.

But the longer we touched, the more the gentle affection shifted into something hotter and more urgent. Viktor’s hand sla lower, boldly cupping my ass and pulling me tighter against him. I could feel how hard he was now pressing insistently against my thigh through the thin fabric of his boxers. My own body responded instantly, aching and growing wetter with every slow caress.

I reached down between us and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers. “These need to go,” I whispered breathlessly against his lips.

He nodded, eyes dark and hungry behind his glasses. Lifting his hips, he let me slide the fabric down his legs and toss it aside, leaving him completely naked except for the new glasses still perched on his nose. The sight of him like that – bare, hard, and still wearing those familiar frames- sent a fresh, powerful rush of arousal through me. It was adorably and irresistibly hot.

Viktor didn’t waste a second. He rolled me onto my back and hooked his fingers into my panties, peeling them slowly down my thighs with deliberate care. His gaze never left my body as he dropped the last piece of clothing to the floor. Now we were both completely bare, skin to skin, except for his glasses.

He leaned down, kissing and licking his way down my neck with open-mouthed hunger. His tongue traced my collarbone, then moved lower, circling one nipple before sucking it gently into his mouth. I moaned, arching up into him as pleasure sparked through me. His hands were everywhere again – squeezing my breasts, stroking my waist, sliding between my thighs to tease my slick, aching folds with light, teasing touches.

I pushed gently on his shoulders until he lay back, then straddled his chest for a moment, leaning down to kiss him deeply. “My turn,” I breathed against his mouth.

Starting at his jaw, I dragged my tongue slowly down his body-over, his chest, flicking across his nipples until they hardened under my attention. Viktor groaned, his hands gripping my hips/tightly. I continued lower, licking along the defined lines of his abs, tasting the faint salt of his skin. When I reached his cock, I gave the underside a long, slow, teasing lick from base to tip, swirling my tongue around the swollen head.

“Fuck… Scarlett,” he hissed, his hips twitching upward.

I smiled wickedly and moved back up to kiss him again, but Viktor quickly flipped us so I was on my back once more. He began his own exploration with renewed hunger, licking down myneck, between my breasts, over my stomach, and finally, spreading my legs wide. His tongue traced long, wet stripes up my dripping pussy, tasting me thoroughly before focusing on my swollen clit. Intense pleasure shot through me, and I cried out, fingers tangling desperately in his hair as my hips bucked against his mouth.

We were both panting hard now, bodies flushed and desperate for more.

Viktor looked up at me, his lips shiny with my arousal and glasses slightly fogged from the heat. His voice came out rough and commanding.

“Come here,” he said. “I want to taste you while you taste me.”

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I didn’t need to be told twice. Heart racing with anticipation, we shifted positions until we were locked in a perfect 69 on top, facing his throbbing cock, him underneath with his mouth perfectly aligned with my dripping pussy. He kept his glasses on, the frames pressing lightly against my inner thighs as he pulled me down firmly onto his face.

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