The Cursed Demon Prince-Chapter 222: A Wild One

Viktor couldn’t think straight, he couldn’t even if he wanted to. The sound of Charlotte’s voice, the way her eyes shone in the dim light, the gentle sway of her hair with the slightest movement. it all made something inside him snap.

Without another thought, he closed the distance in a single step and pressed his lips softly to hers.

Charlotte froze, her mind blank as warmth surged through her veins. Her eyes widened at the suddenness of the kiss, her body betraying her with a shiver.

Before she could react, Viktor pulled back abruptly. His eyes were wide, as if reality had just caught up with him. His breath was ragged, and his hand hovered near her, trembling. "Lucy, I..."

He didn’t get the chance to finish before her fingers clenched the fabric of his shirt, yanking him forward, and she crashed her lips onto his again.

This time, the kiss wasn’t gentle, it was desperate and wild.

Viktor hesitated for only a heartbeat before surrendering completely. His hands slid to her waist, pulling her flush against him, erasing any space between them. She melted into his hold as if she had always belonged there. The heat radiating from his body made her head spin, and for a moment, nothing else existed but them.

Charlotte’s fingers fisted in the front of his shirt, clinging to him as if he were the only solid thing in the room. She didn’t know who deepened the kiss first only that he answered her with the same intensity, matching her heartbeat for heartbeat.

When he tilted his head, his lips brushed hers slower this time tracing, tasting, learning. There was tenderness hidden in his hunger and restraint entwined with desire.

He kissed her like his soul needed her.

For the first time in forever, Charlotte stopped thinking. She just felt, how good Viktor felt against her, his lips against hers. Somehow, it managed to get better with every passing second and she loved it. She loved how amazing it felt to kiss Viktor.

Her knees went weak, but Viktor caught her easily, one arm steadying her at the waist. His other hand found the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair. She shivered under his touch, the warmth of his skin searing through the thin fabric of her dress.

When they finally paused for air, Viktor didn’t move far. His forehead rested against hers, his breath uneven and shallow. "You shouldn’t have done that," he whispered, his voice low, roughened by everything he was holding back.

Charlotte’s lips parted, her breath catching. "You kissed me first."

"I know," he murmured, eyes fluttering shut. "And I would apologize if I didn’t want to do it again."

She almost laughed, but it came out as a soft, shaky exhale. Her hand brushed his cheek, tracing the outline of his jaw. "Then why did you pull away?"

Viktor’s eyes opened, clouded with emotion. "Because I was afraid," he said simply. "Afraid I wouldn’t stop if I started." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Charlotte’s voice softened. "But I don’t want you to."

He tilted her chin up again, tracing the curve of her cheek with his thumb. "Are you sure?" he asked softly.

Charlotte swallowed, her voice barely a whisper. "yes, so don’t you dare."

That was all it took.

He kissed her again, his lips claiming hers with no patience, no restraint. She responded immediately, fingers threading into his hair, tugging lightly as he sighed low and unguarded into her mouth.

His thumb brushed her cheek, one hand sliding to the small of her back, the other tracing the curve of her waist, fingers pressing gently into her skin through the fabric of her dress. Every movement was deliberate and hungry, his desire evident, and he wanted this moment to last forever, her lips on his, her body pressed flush against him, every curve aligned with his own.

Her lips were slightly parted, cheeks flushed, eyes darkened with need. She tried to steady her racing heartbeat, but her breath came too fast. Viktor’s chest tightened at the sight, she was breathtaking, but even more so with desire burning in her eyes, lips swollen and inviting. She was everything he had wanted, everything he had longed for.

Gods above, he needed her.

Charlotte’s lashes fluttered as her gaze met his, dark and intense, flickering with a storm of emotions that made her chest ache.

Viktor’s thumb brushed along her jaw, his lips hovering a mere inch from hers. "Are you all right?"

"Do I look like I’m not?" she murmured, her voice low, teasing, and edged with impatience. "I would much rather you stop interrupting this with your questions. They can wait for later."

His lips twitched into a faint, knowing smile. "Very well, my lady. Forgive me for boring you. I was merely trying to be a gentleman."

She pressed closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I don’t need you to be a gentleman, Viktor. I need you to kiss me like you plan to ruin me."

Viktor’s eyes darkened with amusement and heat, flickering between her lips and her gaze. "That’s quite a bold thing to say, lucy. But, I suppose I have already succeeded in doing just that."

"Well, I could somewhat agree on you with that." She continued "Perhaps I should ruin you too," she whispered, leaning into him. "It’s only fair, don’t you think?"

"That’s quite the task, my lady," Viktor said, a low chuckle escaping him. "Do you think you can handle it?"

Charlotte smirked and, with a flash of boldness, nipped at his neck. Viktor’s eyes widened at the sudden, playful assault. "Surprised? Right? I.."

She didn’t finish.

Instead, he captured her lips in a searing kiss, pressing her against him so tightly that she almost faltered if not for the strength of his arms holding her firmly. Every inch of his body demanded hers in return, and Charlotte didn’t resist. She melted against him, hands roaming, heart racing, lost entirely in the heat and the fire of the moment.