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Normal pov

Ivan was furious that his son decided to go out with some girl instead of come home to rest. He still had training the next morning, and Ivan would not let some woman take his mind off the goal at hand. He exited the shower of his small bathroom of his small room in his small apartment. He dried his messy silver locks on his towel and slid on some long pants and a t-shirt. He sat down in his bed thinking about America, where everything was flashy and its people boasting constantly 'We're number 1'. He remembered he silenced them all 30 years ago. He reached into his dresser and pulled out the thick stack of envelopes from her. He got comfortable against the wall at the head of his bed.

Dear Ivan,

I'm sorry I couldn't be there to wipe the blood from your face after your match. I am sorry I could not be the positive face you saw in the sea of your people. I would have wanted nothing more than to wipe the sweat from your brow and tell you how proud I was of you. Apollo's wife, Mary Anne, was in a horrible car accident. She did not make it. This is why I left Russia on Christmas. I hope you are well and I hope to hear from you very soon…

Dear Ivan,

I know this is the sixth letter, and I know you probably do not wish to talk to me or hear from me, but I felt in my soul you should know I am pregnant and the child is yours. I know you are living your life and enjoying it. But I wouldn't rob you of the knowledge of knowing you have a son. I plan to name him Alexander Sascha Creed. In this envelope is the ultra sound. Already he is so beautiful…

Dear Ivan,

Alexander grows strong everyday that he is in my belly. He is a fighter I can feel it. At six months, he is already wanting to meet the world. I cannot wait to see how big he is in my hands… Rocky has forgiven you for what you did to Apollo, but he will not forgive you for silently ending things with me and leaving me here with a baby to raise on my own. But I am not upset, and I have forgiven you. We both knew this dream was going to end. I don't want you to get in trouble with the press in your country. I will not see our son as a bastard. He's just born of two different worlds…

Dear Ivan,

Here he is. Alexander, perfectly healthy, perfectly strong. He looks just like you…

Ivan dropped his arms of the letters covering his face as he bawled. There were numerous pictures from ultrasounds to pictures of mother and son growing up together. There's a picture of Alicia standing behind Alexander as he was on a small tricycle. He had straight hair and beautiful skin and he was smiling at the camera. There were hundreds of pictures and he missed them all. And this was all Rocky's fault. Had Ivan not lost his fight to him, he would not have become such a pariah. He would not have been so cut off from the world. His sadness melted into anger and he knew, he would have his revenge. He would be back on top of the world.

Astrid's POV

I was panting wildly as I gripped the sheets hard on my bed. I just stared down at Viktor as his face had disappeared between my legs. His tongue was hot and flicked my clit just right. My head fell back as a sharp and hot spark exploded in my opening and I cried out as I came. I knew both his mouth and cock would please me. To feel such thickness in my mouth surprised me. He was going to rip me in half and the thought excited me. I felt his pointer and middle finger rub fast against my clit as he leaned up and kissed me hard, both of us tasting each other on our lips. He kept rubbing my sensitive folds and I whimpered, my body arching against his. I wrapped arms feeling my body melting against his touch. He pulled back slowly, a thin line of saliva forming between our lips. The window in the upper right of me, showed the moon. Its light illuminated him. His eyes seemed so sparkle and numerous black spots flowed down his body from the snow.

He seemed perplexed and mysterious. I felt his hips lowering between my body and I spread my legs mechanically for him. His hand came up to my face and with his thumb, he rubbed the side of my brow toward my temple. His eyes asked me if I want this and my glazed eyes say yes. I feel his body pushing into me and I inhale gently feeling the head of him open me up. I can imagine a dark place being spread by a thick rod of pure light. He pushed all the way in and we both groaned. immediately he started to pump into me, his lips parting to release soft gasps. My head fell back and I let out a long moan as I feel him deep in my stomach. He doesn't take his time. He doesn't want to go slow. He started to move faster already, his face digging into my shoulder, and his hand clutching the top of my hair.

I cry out feeling my legs wrap around his bottom. My arms move around his shoulders trying to connect, but his broadness stopped that. I'm panting hard feeling my soft walls tingling and vibrating like crazy. My nails dig into his flesh and I feel his hot breath in my skin as he pants. My hips begin to rock back against his, letting him know how much I was enjoying this. Viktor looks back down at me and kisses me sloppily. His eyes shut tight as he thrusts harder and faster. I'm already at my limit and I groan hard, my eyes shutting hard as I feel my body shaking hard against his hold. He grunts hard and lets out a growl like moan as he reaches his limit inside me. We stare at each other's panting face and he gives a tired smile as he rolls off me and lies beside me.

Already I miss him inside me. That's a new feeling. We are quiet as I lied on my side gently running my middle finger gently over his chest. I feel his knuckles lightly moving in circular motions on my hip. I don't know what to say and I guessed neither did he. We lied like this for a bit and I wondered what time it was. I glanced over his body toward my dresser to see it was only midnight. I wasn't even tired really. Should I say something? Should he say something? I slowly look up at him and he's looking up at the ceiling. I lean forward and kiss the side of his chin. This brings his attention to me and he stares at me with his deep lustrous eyes. He leans down to me and I lean up to kiss him. Already I want him again and he feels the same as his arms are locking around me once more.

I move closer to him, the kiss deepening. The heat rises again in my body and now I want to take charge. I sit up and swing my legs over his and he just stares up at me with fire in his eyes. He bites his lower lip again and immediately it turns me on. My hair is messy, my corkscrews curls released by his fingers earlier from our journey from the couch to my bed. His hands lock on my hips, but he doesn't hold me tightly. It's like he's giving me a choice to slip away from his hold should I want to change my mind. Even in heated passion, he's a gentleman. His cock is already hard again and my thighs are moist from my juices. I hold onto his hands as I lean my body and reach between our warm bodies.

His eyes never left mine. They are just as locked as when we walked inside the complex. He looked nowhere except at me. He makes me wonder how does a moment like this last forever, because I wanted it to. I take him in my hands and position him at my begging entrance. I sit down on him slowly and we both smile as we exhale softly. I had the perfect view of him and even now he is still a giant. He could hurt me if he wanted to, he could kill me if he wanted to. I never forgot to think realistically about someone sometimes, especially a man. But once I take all of him in, everything goes hazy and I see stars in my eyes. I close them and my grip on his hands tighten as I begin to move up and down, riding him like a horse who needed to be broken in. As I move, I watch as pleasure floods his eyes, his hands moving up to massage my breasts and grope them lightly. He pants lowly as I grind my hips into him now, tightening my vaginal muscles every few seconds to watch a ragged grunt escape him.

He felt amazing, better than anyone I had ever had. I could hear love songs in my mind making this even better for me. My hair is making me hot, so much thick 3c/4a hair. Suddenly, Viktor sits up. It's a fast movement I nearly fall back, but he grabs my hands, curling his fingers in his and holding them above both our heads. His lips capture mine and we move our hips in perfect sync with each other. His rock wall of a chest pushed into mine. I loved how calloused his hands were. Our foreheads just stayed pressed against each other as we stared at each other. Why was this different? I wanted to try and think of my other lovers to figure it out, but my attention could not be taken from him even if I tried to.

"Oh fuck." I moaned breathlessly.

"I'm cumming." he breathed and I nodded mouthing 'me too'. I cried out while he let out a growl. Our bodies shake and we fall back on the bed together remaining quiet. I lied on his chest looking at our hands still curled and out stretched on my king-sized bed. I wondered if he was asleep, maybe I should roll off him so he didn't have my weight on him. I made the attempt to move, but his other arm around my lower back stopped me.

"Don't…" he said suddenly and I looked at him with soft eyes, the lust gone. He looked down at me. "I like your body heat on me." I nodded slowly with a tired look and just looked back at our hands. His large palm devours my small fingers. I don't think men ever cuddled or lied here this much. Well except for Ricky, but he doesn't count.

"This was… my first time." he says lowly and almost as nervously as if he didn't really want me to hear him. I gave a gentle sigh in reply. My first instinct was to call bullshit, but now I wasn't so sure. When we undressed each other, he took his time with me. He drank in the sight of me with each article of my clothes leaving me. His touches were careful as if he didn't want to bruise my skin, as if he didn't want to lose control. His eyes yelled inexperience.

"I'm glad I could be your first." I replied. I hoped this wasn't his intent, to lose his virginity then go on with his life. I'd be upset about it, because I already enjoyed his company, but I would accept it eventually and move on. At least I told myself that. He replied with holding me close and kissing the top of my head. A harsh vibrating noise rips through the tranquility of the night. I knew it was not my phone. I moved off him again and this time he let me. He rolled on his side and reached onto the floor where his clothes were in a pile. I just stared at his rippling back as I listened to him answer the phone. He sounded calm when he answered, but soon his tone dipped into annoyance. He was arguing with someone, but then hung up the phone and just let his head fall.

I knew this was the end. It was over. Viktor rolled over to me and he looked upset.

"I am sorry. I must get going." he said and I nodded, my eyes light showing I wasn't upset.

"Okay. Let me drive you home." I replied and he shook his head.

"No. I can walk." he said and I gave him a crazy look.

"Are you crazy? You can't go out there alone. You could get mugged or something." I stated as he sat up. He shrugged.

"I have no money." he said and I scoffed.

"People could still try and hurt you." I replied and he shook his head and raised his hands curling them into fists and posing in a fighting stance as if he were in the ring.

"I have my guns right here." he said with a smirk. I watched him get dressed and moved over to my closet and pulled out one of my long robes. Once he was dressed, I guided him to the door. His hand was in mine the entire walk to the door. Once he stood in front of the door he turned and looked down at me.

"Thank you for a… magical night. Can I see you again?" he asked. For sex? I wanted to ask but I decided I wouldn't ask. No matter what we did, I knew I would enjoy it as long as he was with me.

"Yes. Trade numbers?" I asked, and he nodded and we gave the other our phone. After a few seconds of silently doing that, we exchanged phones and looked up at each other with intense gazes. He gently reached out and gripped my neck softly and leaned down kissing me passionately.

"Good bye." he replied against my lips and I gave a tired smile.

"No good byes… until next time." I corrected softly looking up at him and he nodded.

"Until next time." he replied and I watched as he exited the apartment. I slowly closed the door, locked it, and placed my back against the door.