“Don’t talk,” she mumbled, squirming until their legs were tangled together and she could get her hands up under his shirt. She skimmed lightly over the places still tacky with blood, apparently intent on enumerating every muscle in his torso. Nudging her head down, she nosed at him until she could reach his mouth again, biting at his lip even as she rocked against him.
He hummed against her lips, then groaned as he pushed back with his hips. Victor pulled back from their kiss and pulled his shirt off over his head, throwing it before kissing her hard. One hand pulled one of her knees up to his side, her scent filling his senses. He was starting to become frustrated with her shirt, and wanted it off so that he could kiss and suckle her skin. Victor tugged at her shirt a bit, trying to signal her to take it off while he sat up a bit, moving so that he could kiss her stomach.
Summer expressed her disapproval of these actions with a continual low-pitched whine, chasing his mouth and clawing her nails into his skin. Nevertheless, she squirmed out of her top without even bothering to sit up, yanking ruthlessly when the fabric tangled her hair. Hands skimmed up his back and pulled his head back down to hers.