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Viktor's eyes popping like a shocked, shy teenager made my insides turn with excitement even more, and I began to move over towards the head of the bed.

"What? You can't be serious." he whispered harshly as if we were sneaking around with his father in the next room. I smirked as I peeled off my coat. He quickly closed the door as if we were hiding now.

"Why not? You said he would be away for a few hours." I said innocently as I now kicked off my shoes and slowly removed my ocean blue sweater. I turned to him slowly so he could drink in the sight of me. He inhaled and stared down at me as I held my arms outward.

"You are becoming bad influence." he said in a shaky tone and I smirked.

"You want this, we both do. It pains to see how you do not have a life outside your father." I said calmly as I approached him. His head dipped down as I stood in front of him now. "Just think of us as two teens rebelling." Because I knew for a fact that he had never gone against his father before except for being with me. He looked almost unsure at me, but I gave a graceful smile. He knew he could say to no me if he wanted and I would understand. I gave a happy smirk and stood on my tip toes at him and slowly his lips spread into a smile as he leaned in and captured my lips.

His soft yet dominating lips brought my body to life immediately. It wasn't hard for him to get me aroused and thinking back to his fight with Ricky, brought me to the edge already, or it felt that way. I wrapped my arms around his face and pulled him gently toward the bed, our lips never leaving each other. His arms worked to pull off his jacket. He did it three quick moves. I ran my hands up his chest, feeling his hardened muscles through his shirt. God, he felt amazing against my hands. His hands held my hips and he raised me up and tossed me onto the bed. I let out a soft chuckle as he crawled over me, with a predator like stare. I bit my lip as we began to feel each other over. His hand cupped my breasts and my hand reached down to cup his crotch. He kissed me again, his tongue shooting right down my throat.

I let out a deep moan as I feel his crotch rubbing against my hand trying to get as much friction as he could. But his heavy thick pants wouldn't allow it. My hands worked at the buttons of his jeans and finally I managed to get them undone. He grabbed at my pants and attempted to yank them right down with them still fastened but my hips wouldn't allow it. I let a out chuckle where he growled with annoyance. He sat up to kick his pants off, and as he did this, I worked on getting my pants off as well. It took us little time to strip the rest of our clothes off until we were both naked before each other.

How perfectly sculpted he was compared to me so imperfect. Where did this warm feeling in the pit of my stomach coming from? It's different, not like anything I had ever felt with past lovers. This is different. He wanted to be boyfriend and girlfriend. I promised that he always had me in his corner even if my blood bounded me to another fighter. We are in a relationship. We are one. I gasped feeling the head of his cock spread me open. My head fell back in utter bliss as my eyes fluttered close. I feel one hand curl into mine as he starts with slow and long strokes. It's almost teasing for me. I hear him grunt softly in my ear and my hips roll back against his. His forehead presses into mine and we stare at each other intently as our bodies push back and forth into one another. Each pant and moan that leaves are lips, it does nothing to break out gaze into each other.

'I love you' his eyes say and I smile gently as if I'm telling him I understand him. I'm reading his mind. I caress his cheek with my free hand, my eyes saying the words back.

'I love you.' It's like I can hear him and he hears me. Truly we are one. It's no longer about rebelling or getting back out family. It's just about us. He kisses me hard and I respond immediately giving a gentle moan. Our movements increase and the familiar jolts of electricity shoot up into my body and I feel so hot, and my insides feel so good. Viktor rolls onto his back and I immediately start riding him like the strapping stallion he is, my Russian stallion.

"I can feel you here." he pants his hand resting on my pelvis. "You're tightening up around me." His words alone are causing me to lose focus. God, he feels so good, and with me on top he sinks deeper and deeper inside me. His thumb strokes my clit firmly and I cry out feeling everything started to feel even better. The pleasure is taking me higher and higher. My moans signal this and I cry out hard as I feel my walls vibrating like crazing, the pleasure so intense my head falls back and my hips buck slowly against his.

"Ah god!" I cry out. But I don't stop moving until he cums. I stare down at his face with half lidded eyes, as I keep moving. My walls are incredibly sensitive but seeing his face scrunch up and his eyes shut tight as he tries to concentrate, were too good to me. I kept grinding my hips until finally he grips my hips hard and lets out a mighty roar of pleasure. I smile gently as he fights to control his heavy pants. Once we have both come down from our pleasurable highs, he pulls me down gently so I can rest on his chest. I'm hardly heavy to him for his chest moves beneath me with ease. As we were silent I thought about the connection we had. Was this the kind of connection my aunt had with Ivan Drago? A connection so strong not even the death of her brother was enough to keep her from him.

I believed him when he said he would not kill Adonis. I don't know what I would do if he were die so early in his prime.

"Do you want to read some of her letters?" Viktor asked slowly, and I looked up at him, his eyes soft and curious as usual. I nodded and rolled off him so he could get out of bed. He walked over to his father's closet and I got a clear look at his back. Rippling muscles and a firm ass stared back at me. I bit my lip trying not to get lost in his form. I looked around the room noticing two pictures sitting on the small wooden dresser next to the bed. I leaned over some to glance at it before noticing who they were. It a young blonde-haired woman smiling a the camera while she held a small baby in her hands. The was

He reached in and grabbed what looked like a shoe box off the rack that was bolted for the hangars to go below. His father must have really not wanted him to know about my aunt's letters. I wonder what made Viktor so curious that he had to go looking for answers. He came back over to me and we sat against the headboard together. He placed the shoe box over his thighs and opened it. A small scent of perfume hit my nostrils and I couldn't help but be enchanted by a smell of the past. It was beautiful.

My eyes gently flexed at the large stack of white and blue envelopes that were addressed to an old address here.

"Oh my god." I said lightly as I reached in and lifted the stack. It was held together by a rubber band and I made sure not to be too aggressive. If it broke, his father would know we were here. There were tons though.

"I only read the first one." Viktor said lightly, and I nodded slowly and carefully removing the rubber band from the envelopes. They were all unsealed so I found it easy to remove them. I couldn't believe Aunt Alicia wrote these many letters to Ivan. "Read them to me?" I wasn't sure at first. I didn't know if I was ready to read what inside, but it also felt like they validated our relationship together. I nodded and began from the first letter. They were all in order by month.

"Dear Ivan, I'm sorry I couldn't be there to wipe the blood from your face after your match…" I don't know how long we lied in the bed in different positions to stay comfortable. But I couldn't stop. I wanted to know more about my aunt's past and these letters gave me the answers. It seemed she and Ivan had quite a past and a strong one at that. I could feel the pure and raw emotions in her words as she spoke of still loving him. She even mentioned my father and how she forgave him for taking him away from her. The smell of each letter had a soft and supple smell to it. The scent of her skin was on every piece of paper.

I would lie on my stomach at the end of the bed continuing to read while Viktor sat at the head of the bed massaging my feet. God he was good at that. Minutes later, he would join me on his stomach listening with his head on his crossed arms, his eyes watching me as every word left my lips. We rolled on our sides, our backs, I even paced around the front of the bed and kept reading. We eventually got dressed again, and I finished the last letter.

"Dear Ivan, this will be my last letter you. Things were not supposed to lead to this, our separation. I had hoped, as a woman does, that we would have still been together. Alexander would know his father and we would be a family. Where we would have lived, I wouldn't have cared as long as you were with me, as long as Alex was with me. But maybe this is how things should be, our realities. Maybe had we not met in that bar so long ago, we would have never peaked each other's interest. Maybe we were just too different and wanted two different things. I knew what I wanted and I guess now I know what you wanted too. Good bye, my love. Alicia…Creed." I finished the last letter and slowly folded it back together and placed it in its envelope. I handed the letter back to Viktor and he began to put the envelopes together. I remained seated at the foot of the bed somewhat saddened by the fact that Ivan Drago never answered a single one of her letters.

"I don't understand," I replied looking up at Viktor as he sat beside me, "Did he not love her Why wouldn't he respond?" He inhaled gently and shook his head looking forward at the door.

"Maybe he did not get these letters until recently. I grew up with nothing and from the memory of him having everything, he was stripped of everything after fight with Balboa. Maybe they were just sent back to her." he said. He sounded just as unsure as I did. I looked down at my feet wondering what this meant for us, if it was even supposed to mean something. I feel Viktor's hand devour my own and I look up at him. He's smiling gently.

"Those letters are about two people whose worlds don't involve us. We are here now, and you are the best thing that has ever happened to me." he replied bringing my fingers to his lips to kiss them. "And I would destroy anyone who tries to keep us apart." I smiled at his words and leaned forward and kissed him gently.

"I love you." I responded gently and he seemed almost stunned and taken aback by my words.

"I love you." he replied and we sat with our heads together for a moment before he led me from his father's room. We walked hand and hand with each other before reaching the door. However, I ended up stopping in front of the door with him behind me. I already knew he was not coming back with me. I stared up at him and he just looked down at me with a prideful smile.

"I will try and come over soon. Then you teach me to paint?" he replied and I smiled warmly and nodded.

"And you can get me back into shape the next time." I replied. He grinned and leaned over me and our lips connected once more. We lingered against each other for a moment before separating.

"Deal." he said. I knew my brother would be training himself and I wanted to see him and Bianca.

"I will be leaving for America for a few days to see my family. I know you don't need any distractions while you train, so maybe me not being here won't distract you-"

Don't." he said shaking his head. "I never saw you a distraction even when I first saw you sitting on your balcony. If anything, I thought you were someone I could never have, never deserved because all I knew was this." He raised his fists staring at them with hard eyes.

"So no matter where I go, where you go, you'll always be on my mind." he said as if promising me. I smiled and kissed his cheek.

"I'll call you tonight. And if I don't hear from you can just text me." I replied and he nodded and pecked my lips before slowly moving back from him. Our hands remained locked together until his door way separated us. Sure we would have seemed sappy to some people. But the fact still stood. He was mine and I was his.