Page 73 of Hate You Most

She was so beautiful, Viktoriya could hardly look at her.

Viktoriya's brain stopped working. Her naked body was pressed against Dakota’s, every inch of them touching. She realized then that she wanted nothing more than this. How she'd ever deprived herself of this closeness was beyond her, and she certainly wouldn't deprive herself of it any longer.

Dakota's fingers moved down her body, grabbing gently at her breasts before moving lower.

Apparently, Dakota already knew exactly what Viktoriya wanted, and she was going to give it to her. Dakota knew where Viktoriya wanted her hands. She knew where her mouth was supposed to go and what her fingers were meant to be doing. Dakota had memorized every part of her body in a way Viktoriya couldn't fully comprehend. Her mind couldn't make sense of what her body clearly knew it wanted.

Viktoriya tilted her head back as Dakota kissed her way down her body. She kissed her way over her curves. The sounds that escaped Viktoriya's lips were unlike any sound she'd ever heard herself make. Hungry and animalistic in nature. There was no rational part of her brain left—and she didn't care.

Dakota's lips were wet as they trickled down lower on her body. When her lips couldn't possibly go any lower, and Viktoriya had a moan caught between her lips, she moved to Viktoriya's toes and started kissing her way up.

She let out a laugh, looked down at Dakota. “You are trying to kill me, yes?”

“Mmh,” Dakota hummed. “You say that every time you don’t want me to stop.” She kissed both Viktoriya's knees, then moved to her lower thigh and looked up at her. “Do you want me to stop?”

Another kiss to her thigh.

Another kiss—higher.

“No.”

“Good,” Dakota said, kissing so high up that it could hardly be classified as her thigh anymore. Then she kissed the top of her clit. Once. Twice. Viktoriya was dripping wet, and no longer sure what was a part of herself and what was from Dakota's lips.

She moved her fingers inside Viktoriya with a painstaking slowness that could be mistaken for uncertainty—but she knew that Dakota liked to take her time and savor the moment. And she knew with certainty that Dakota was everything but inexperienced.

The American was undoing what little rationality and composure Viktoriya had left.

Nothing in the world could ever compare to the feeling right this second. Not blades against ice, not winning gold at the Olympics. The feeling as her former rival moved her fingers inside and unraveled her, was a feeling far greater.

A desperate and anguished sound spilled out of her as her head moved back against the mattress. The slightest move of Sanchez fingers sent shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. She had never been closer to another person before.

“More,” she managed to force out, her Russian accent thickening until her words were almost incomprehensible. Her heart was pounding in her chest.

Instead of moving her hands deeper, Dakota pulled them out completely, moving them further up.

Viktoriya looked down just in time to see the blush on her cheeks. Dakota motioned for her to spread her legs further, then moved in between them.

“Please—more—” The very last of her composure left within seconds, and the only thing remaining was an overwhelming sense of pleasure. Her hands were in the American's hair, fingers tangling in the dark loose curls.

A deep moan escaped her lips, her eyes closed. She was begging for more, but she wasn't sure if it was in English, or anywhere near comprehensible.

Dakota's tongue moved in circles, her fingers putting heavy pleasure on her clit. Viktoriya's body was overtaken with pleasure, her mind and thoughts no longer her own.

Her legs were shaking and she couldn't stop herself from moaning. She cried for more, but she could barely get the words out. Her mind was detached.

Viktoriya lifted her hips from the bed with shaking legs and as she came she tried suppressing her scream with the palm of her own hand. Dakota moved to her lips a moment later, silencing the last of her screams with deep kisses. Her whole body trembled, and she'd never felt more alive.

She reached out for Dakota with still-shaking arms. She pushed her gently, flipping her around on the mattress so she was on top.

Viktoriya motioned for Dakota to move against the headboard. She trapped Dakota's thighs between her own and began moving up and down. She placed a single hand on the headboard and the other on Dakota's upper shoulder and found all of her remaining strength.

Viktoriya couldn't remember if she had ridden anyone before, but her body had taken over.

Dakota threw her head back instantly, and her heavy breathes turned to deep moans.

“Volkova—” she gasped. “I need—you—I need—” Her words choked against Viktoriya's collarbone. Dakota bit her skin playfully between breaths and moans.

She held her hips for stability while moving her physically closer as she picked up speed. Dakota whimpered at that.