Summer snuggled close, trying not to fall off the sofa, and a little chilled once he wasn’t on top of her anymore. She laughed, under her breath. “I just thought of something; you are a very lucky man, Victor darling.” Rolling onto one shoulder, she pulled his hand up her back to cover a little translucent patch. “Good thing I’ve got this, hey?’
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Summer bit her lip as Victor slid inside her, so slowly. “Oh, god,” she breathed, “yes, please … just there … ” She drew her legs up around his hips, linking her feet together, and pulled his head down to hers. “I’ve had mine,” she murmured, kissing every part of him she could reach, “it’s your turn. I want you to come for me, Victor darling.”
”You keep using that word,” Summer whispered when she could talk again. “I do not think it means what you think it means.” Seeing him hesitate, she pushed a little feeling of welcome and encouragement to him.
Once again, after a few tries, Summer managed to catch his rhythm, and this time it carried her right over the edge. She didn’t shout, but rather stopped making sound at all, head thrown back and hand clutched into Victor’s hair. Every muscle in her body seemed to strain at once, and then release.
Summer completely lost her speech when Victor finally penetrated her, reduced to a throbbing, pleading moan in time with his strokes. She slid down into the cushions, pushing her legs wider, eyes scrunched closed. One flailing hand finally found his head, settling there just about in time for her to manage to ride his rhythm, once, twice, three times. Then she was circling forward, thighs locked and pelvic muscles clenching, burying her cry in his hair.
Victor’s teasing did nothing but increase her desire. “Victor, darling, please,” and that was definitely a whimper, breaking her voice. “Please, gods, I /want/ you.” She tried to thrust her hips upward, toward him, desperate for some stronger sensation.
Victor’s teasing did nothing but increase her desire. “Victor, darling, please,” and that was definitely a whimper, breaking her voice. “Please, gods, I /want/ you.” She tried to thrust her hips upward, toward him, desperate for some stronger sensation.
”Love that smile already, Victor darling. Is that the smile that promises wicked things?” God, he was unclothed, and kneeling before her, doing exactly what she asked for — Summer was pretty sure she was starting to hallucinate some of this, because men just did not behave like this around her. She didn’t care. If it was a dream, she wanted to stay in it as long as possible, and if it wasn’t that was all the better. Every time his mouth touched her a jolt chased her spine.
Summer had to bite her lip for a moment before she could speak. “You promised me kisses, Victor darling,” she managed, voice rough. She wanted so badly it was dancing that knife edge between pain and pleasure. “If this is payback I’m not sorry. Please. I want,” she panted, “I want you to bring me with your hands and your mouth. Right now. Please.”
Summer had no control whatsoever over the moan that came out of her mouth. Her whole body tingled under Victor’s warmth. “I will never again believe vampires are cold,” she whispered, planing her hands over every inch of him she could reach. “Gods, please, Victor, please.”