The influx of his emotions robbed Summer of words. Her own eyes black with lust, she buried her fingers in his hair and pulled his head up to lick at the place the blood had escaped his mouth. The lick turned into a kiss, the kiss turned into a nip, and then she took a deep breath.
Eyelashes that had flown wide with shock when he’d moved her to the bed were at half-mast again, and she contemplated him from underneath them. It took a few more breaths before she found words again, and even then they were few. “Pin my hands. Make me squirm.”
Without any hesitation Victor gathered her wrists into his hand and pinned them above her head, whilst simultaneously grinding their hips together. “My pleasure,” he whispered next to her ear and then moved so that he had room before slipping his hand down to her pussy. Slowly, he thrust into her with his finger, adding a second digit and kissing her lips roughly. His thumb found her clit and began rubbing soft and slow circles over it, around it and alternating his pressure.
She arched her back, jerking a bit against his hold. It probably shouldn’t turn her on /so/ much when she couldn’t touch him. But then again, Victor was probably the only person she’d ever met that she’d willingly turn her will over to. “Fuck, Victor, fuck,” she hissed, eyes rolling back. “More, yes,” and then her words degenerated into a mush of pleading.
Victor was lost, lost to his emotions, and lost to his hunger. He craved her, craved her body, her scent, and the sounds she made when she pleaded with him. He picked up his pace, finger fucking her harder and putting more pressure on her clit. Then, he removed his fingers from her, licking them clean, before freeing himself from his clothes and teasing her entrance with the head of his cock. Victor bent back down and stimulated the bite marks on her neck and began shallowly thrusting into her, never going much farther than the head of his cock.
Summer began to writhe in truth, aching with absence after he’d opened her up. Words were a foreign concept; but she begged wordlessly, small pitiful sounds. She drew her knees together, hoping to trick him into greater depth, and tried to push downward as he thrust, all to no avail.