“Here’s fine,” Summer murmured. “Or the bed’s around that wall.” She lifted a hand languidly to point at a half-height wall dividing the studio apartment nearly in half. Bookcases loomed over it. She turned her face into his hand and kissed his palm, flicking her tongue out to lick the centre of it.
Isaac shuddered and watched her, his eyes darkening. Isaac picked her up again, carrying her to the bedroom quickly and falling back on the bed, keeping her on top of him as he kissed her eagerly.
“You are going to have to start warning me before you do that,” Summer yelped. She wrapped both arms around his neck and held on tightly, fingers climbing up into his curls to tug. She’d wanted to do that for ages. When he kissed her again, she returned it with interest, hands exploring down his sides, before pulling away to start kissing down his chest.
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.
Isaac smiled at her and leaned down, kissing her neck slowly. “Yeah,” he breathed into her neck. “I think you’re gorgeous.” He pulled back and grinned, taking a couple moments to just admire her before going back down, pressing their bodies together.
This was the perfect weight, even though his feet were hanging off the couch because he was so tall. She’d been thinking about it since he’d first opened his mouth, days ago. Summer stroked his back, fingers dancing along the muscles, mouth opening under his. Legs locked back around his waist, increasing the pressure between them. Desire wound tendrils through her body.
Isaac held onto her, kissing her hungrily and rocking his hips against hers and pressing against her. He moaned quietly and pulled back a bit to look at her. He grinned and reached up to brush some of her hair back. “Here?” He asked.
“Here’s fine,” Summer murmured. “Or the bed’s around that wall.” She lifted a hand languidly to point at a half-height wall dividing the studio apartment nearly in half. Bookcases loomed over it. She turned her face into his hand and kissed his palm, flicking her tongue out to lick the centre of it.
Summer unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, paused. Deliberately licked her lips, running her tongue along the top one, before breathing, “You’re wearing too much.” She slipped her hands inside his jeans, gripping his hips.
Isaac laughed a little and kissed her again, tugging his jeans off and kicking them out of the way before getting to work on hers.
Their hands got tangled together trying to get her jeans off, and the tight fabric took one of her socks with it. “Thank god I don’t wear shoes with laces,” she giggled, flopping back into the couch cushions with her arms flung over her head. Tendrils of loosened hair framed her face.
“Well?” she challenged. “Still think I’m attractive?” She knew she wasn’t toned and tan like most California girls; she was all long limbs and olive skin and tiny scars from kitty claws. She didn’t do anything to make her body sexy; simply presented herself as she was.
Isaac smiled at her and leaned down, kissing her neck slowly. “Yeah,” he breathed into her neck. “I think you’re gorgeous.” He pulled back and grinned, taking a couple moments to just admire her before going back down, pressing their bodies together.
This was the perfect weight, even though his feet were hanging off the couch because he was so tall. She’d been thinking about it since he’d first opened his mouth, days ago. Summer stroked his back, fingers dancing along the muscles, mouth opening under his. Legs locked back around his waist, increasing the pressure between them. Desire wound tendrils through her body.
The abrupt movement made her yelp, and she had to break the kiss short just so she could breathe. Well, pant, actually, while her hands stroked over his body, palms flat to the skin. Fixing her eyes to his, she started to undo his belt.
Isaac held her gaze, watching her for a moment before smiling. She really was beautiful — gorgeous blue eyes, firey red hair… And the way she looked at him. Man, he loved the way she looked at him. He kissed her again, eager but a bit softer than before.
Summer unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, paused. Deliberately licked her lips, running her tongue along the top one, before breathing, “You’re wearing too much.” She slipped her hands inside his jeans, gripping his hips.
Isaac laughed a little and kissed her again, tugging his jeans off and kicking them out of the way before getting to work on hers.
Their hands got tangled together trying to get her jeans off, and the tight fabric took one of her socks with it. “Thank god I don’t wear shoes with laces,” she giggled, flopping back into the couch cushions with her arms flung over her head. Tendrils of loosened hair framed her face.
“Well?” she challenged. “Still think I’m attractive?” She knew she wasn’t toned and tan like most California girls; she was all long limbs and olive skin and tiny scars from kitty claws. She didn’t do anything to make her body sexy; simply presented herself as she was.
If she had any control at all, she might have literally lit a fire under his ass. But the chemicals running riot through her blood overwhelmed anything else, Instead she bit out, “Make you tie yourself. Hold you with nothing but your own will,” then threw her head back and moaned, fingers clutching at his arms.
The abrupt movement made her yelp, and she had to break the kiss short just so she could breathe. Well, pant, actually, while her hands stroked over his body, palms flat to the skin. Fixing her eyes to his, she started to undo his belt.
Isaac held her gaze, watching her for a moment before smiling. She really was beautiful — gorgeous blue eyes, firey red hair… And the way she looked at him. Man, he loved the way she looked at him. He kissed her again, eager but a bit softer than before.
Summer unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, paused. Deliberately licked her lips, running her tongue along the top one, before breathing, “You’re wearing too much.” She slipped her hands inside his jeans, gripping his hips.
Summer wanted to bare more of her throat to him, but the wall was in the way. When he pulled her shirt off, her necklace dropped against her skin, cold metal and stone, and she made a sound before fitting her hands to the back of his head, fingers entwined in the curls, and kissing him again. This time she nipped at his mouth.
Isaac parted his lips and took her lip between his teeth, pulling lightly and humming, hands roaming her body. He pulled back and looked around, spotting a couch. He carried her over there with inhuman speed and laid her down before hovering over her and kissing her again.
The abrupt movement made her yelp, and she had to break the kiss short just so she could breathe. Well, pant, actually, while her hands stroked over his body, palms flat to the skin. Fixing her eyes to his, she started to undo his belt.
”Can I keep you?” Summer mumbled, dragging in a sharp breath. “I want to keep you.” She writhed, trying to push herself down onto him. “Come on, come on! I promise you can take your time after, god, I promise.”
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.
