Feelings of excruciating pain, insatiable lust, and love, poignant and true, flood my unconsciousness. “Viktor,” I croak. I sound like I’ve been on one of those alcohol-induced benders I specialized in during my college years. I twist in the luxuriously soft sheets, blindly reaching for my lover, my eyes closed. “I’m here, beloved.” Warmth covers my shivering body, calming me, and I smell earth and blood. Liquid pumps into my mouth, and with it, memories of places I’ve never been and people I’ve never met. I suck thirstily, and Viktor groans, his hard cock pressing between my thighs. I open to him, and he rocks into me, riding my tortured body slowly, gently, moving as though in slow motion, while I drink. He’s naked, his bare flesh moving against mine. I’ve never seen him naked, and I want to open my eyes, but my eyelids are too heavy. Instead, I run my palms up and down his lean chest. There isn’t an ounce of flab on him.
