Victor chuckled at her shiver, feeling pleased with himself. “What can I say love? I ha-” His sentence was cut short by her writhing as her thigh brushed his jeans. He squeezed his eyes shut as his breath hitched and a mumbled “fuck” escaped his lips. Victor opened his eyes then, they were a smoldering hazel but his pupils were so dilated the hazel was barely visible. He definitely didn’t want to do anything that she didn’t want to do. He was torn between his warring emotions of wanting to do what she wanted and his raging desire.
Summer laughed, breathlessly. “So maybe my body is convinced that this talking thing should stop, and you should just take all my clothes off right now.” She spread a hand on his chest, pressing down a little. “Pretty sure I hear the same thing from you.” Licking her lips, she met his eyes. “I think you should persuade me … “
Victor’s eyes darkened even more and a low growl of desire came from him. He switched their positions so that she was on her back and he kissed her hard. He nipped at her bottom lip, his mouth seeking dominance over hers while his hands were doing everything but the ravaging his mouth was doing. His hands were ghosting up and down her sides and thighs. “I want you so much,” he said, his voice filled with emotion and desire. “And I want to make you feel the same.”
“Too late,” she teased, trying not to shudder uncontrollably under his touch. “I guess I just have more control than you.” Summer clasped her hands behind his neck, sliding fingers into his hair. “Come on, Victor darling, make me lose it.”