Victor growled low under his breath and rolled so that he was on top of her. “Whatever you’d like, m’lady.” He smiled at the way she bared her throat to him and gently ran his fangs over the skin tantalizingly. He loved the feeling of her nails against his skin, the way she had scraped down his back. His hips dipped and his breath caught in his throat. He sat up, pulling his shirt off then coming back down to her and kissing her neck. She was driving him insane just like she always had.
Summer wanted to kiss his bare skin, but he was on top of her and in control. It was achingly familiar. She moaned slightly, sinking fingers into his hair. He needed a haircut, but right now it meant she had more to hold on to. She rolled her hips, pressing upward, trapping heat between them. “Whatever I’d like?” she asked, with a chuckle.
Victor hummed in contentment as her fingers slid into his hair; he had missed that. He pressed into her again, letting her feel how hard his was, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure up his spine. One of his hands ran up her side, dipping underneath the hem of her shirt and trailing her body up to her breasts. “Whatever you’d like.” He reaffirmed as he cupped and kneaded the flesh in his hand.
“What if,” she murmured, arching up into him, “what I’d like is for you to never take another contract again?” The hair rose on her skin at the contrast between the heat of his hand and the coolness of the rest of her body.