Valentine’s Day

iamvictor-roth:

iamthefirechild:

iamvictor-roth:

iamthefirechild:

Her mouth twitched, holding back a smile. The edges of it broke through, though. “You sure you don’t want to collar me?” Then she lost it, grinning hugely and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Yes, I’m yours. Now I’m yours.” She precluded any other answer, kissing him firmly and passionately and pouring her sudden desire into his mind. One hand slid up into his hair.

He kissed her back, her desire nearly flooding his mind. His teeth nipped at her lip and a shiver ran down his back as her hand slid into his hair. “A collar?” He half growled, half chuckled, “Only if you want darling.” His lips wandered back down to her neck and his tongue flicked out, swiping over the sensitive skin of his previous mark. ‘I can do this now,’ he seemed to say to himself as he grazed her neck, then marked her as he slowly ground his hips into hers. “Mine, as I am yours, my love.”

She pressed back, eyes half-lidded and dark, head thrown back against his touch. “You’re wearing too much,” she hissed, through her teeth, on the heels of a sharp moan. Fingers clenched in his hair, nails dragging against his scalp. “Please, Victor.”

Victor let out a ragged gasp as she clenched at his hair, “We both are.” His was husky and thick with desire. He sat up and quickly rid himself of the remainder of his clothing and then undressed Summer before coming back down to her. Victor leaned down and kissed her, his lips ravishing, pouring every ounce of his passion into every movement. His cock rested on her belly, and he rocked against her for a moment, just savoring the friction. Then, he pushed inside of her, stroking her gently and slowly, exerting all of his self control to tease her.

Nothing in the world was as gloriously good as Victor when they were open to each other, within each other. Summer rested her head against his shoulder, mouthing soft kisses along the bones, fingertips trailing up and down his back and shaping each bone and muscle. “Ahhh, Victor, darling, that’s /so/ good,” she breathed. She let her hips roll with his every motion, lost in the sensation.