Victor smiled against her lips at the sound of his name, at the way she pulled him in. “I know I’m not forgiven,” he said as he kissed her lips again before kissing her eyelids and cheek. “I know you’re angry love.” He nipped at her lip. “I hope you’re willing t’ work with me t’ get through this though.” He kissed her neck, reassuring himself that she was real.
“Yes, of course,” she whispered, baring her throat to him. “I think,” she added, hooking her heel over his hip, “I should just microchip you. Like a pet.” She scraped her hand down his back. “So this can’t happen again.” Fingertips under the shirt. “Ever. So I always know.” Nails into his skin, dragging at the back of the pants. “Where you are.”
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.