“Like my bonding to you, except you chose to.” Her eyelids flickered, responding to his touch, as she rolled her head to the side, exposing even more of her throat. Tingles slid down her spine.
He wasted nothing of the invitation and dipped his head to the crook of her shoulder, whispering in her ear with a husky voice, “Very much like that.” Victor’s lips trailed over her throat again while his left hand crept further up her thigh, pushing the dress up a bit. Unbidden a small frustrated groan escaped him when his hand could go no further. “I used to like this dress but now it’s not being very helpful.”
Her voice stumbled when she replied, marred by a gasp in the middle. “I can’t reach the zipper myself, darling.”