Summer laughed a little when he rolled them over, snuggling down into his long body. She had to take a moment to loop her hair back into a lover’s knot, so it didn’t fall right into his eyes, and then spent a long moment just admiring his eyes, dark and depthless. Then she pressed her lips to his again, kissing slow and easy.
Victor watched her with admiration and loved the feeling of her snuggled into him. His eyes closed lazily when she kissed him and he returned the kiss. He cupped the side of her neck with his hand and stroked her jaw tenderly with his thumb as he held her to him gently with his other hand placed on her back.
“Mmmm,” Summer purred. It took some writhing, but she got one arm behind Victor’s head, and then entwined her legs with his. “Talk to me, Victor darling. Tell me stories of your grand adventures as a born and bred assassin.” She laid her head down on his shoulder, listening to his heartbeat and feeling warm.