“Usually I get so mad I can’t think through the consequences, but with you, your touch calms me, Tia.”
“Then I guess I have to touch you more.”
I place small kisses on his cheeks, mouth, nose until his genuine smile returns, and I’m sure he won’t run out the door.
Victor holds my face lightly and stares into my eyes, no, into my doomed soul.
“I’ll protect you. I promise.”
And at that moment, some of the weight I’ve carried on my shoulders is lifted, and I let myself believe Victor can really protect me from the evil in the world.
“How can I help you? What do you need from me, Tia?” Victor takes a deep breath.
“To touch me.”
He inhales a sharp breath. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He leans in and gently pushes me onto my back to the couch. One muscular leg is at my side. He uses his other leg to step on the floor for support. He turns to me and breathes into my neck, and my skin tingles with new sensations. He places small kisses on the hollow of my collarbone, licking and sucking. Victor is technically not moving much, but the things he does to my neck have my mind spinning in all directions. And all I can think about is wrapping my fingers around his head and ruffling his hair.
With one elbow for support, Victor moves his other hand under my T-shirt, pulling the straps of my bra to the side. He kisses my shoulders, but my shirt is in the way. I quickly take the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head.
Victor chuckles. “Thanks. I can do this properly now.”
He tugs my bra lower on my chest. My nipples harden with anticipation. He stares at my breasts, frozen in place.
My blood rushes to my cheeks.
“Victor?”
His gaze lifts to my face, his eyes dark and full of desire.
“My sweet, sweet Tia.”
With one hand, Victor traces the shape of my swollen breasts. He takes a shallow breath and lets it out before leaning down to brush his lips over one nipple, evoking an involuntary moan from me. Then he repeats it on the other side, but this time he licks around the hardened peak. His free hand cups my breast, a perfect fit, while his mouth sucks on my nipple.
My head falls back on the couch, and I arch my back, pushing my body closer to his. My leg goes around his waist, and I trust my body to follow its instincts.
Victor’s mouth leaves my breast. He brings up his head high enough that I can see him and studies my face.
“Are you okay?” his voice comes out husky.
“Hmmm… more than okay. Don’t you dare stop.”
He flashes me his dazzling smile and lowers his head again. I move my hands into his hair roughly. He kisses my throat, then the base of my breasts. His tongue traces the up and down of my ribs and he stops at my stomach.
“I want to taste every inch of your body.”
My pulse quickens at his words because they are a delicious promise I’m looking forward to.
Victor places one last kiss below my belly button and then unzips my jeans. I push up my body to help him take them off. I’m panting, consumed with lust.
His hand gently slides under my panties and he pulls them down, leaving me all exposed and vulnerable. I’m self-conscious, but as soon as Victor’s hand drops between my legs, all coherent thoughts leave me, and instead, luscious sensations build up in a knot of pleasure.
“Ohmigod,” I say with a sharp breath as his finger sinks inside me.
He massages my center with his thumb while moving his other finger faster and faster, pleasure settling in my core. I tighten around his finger and moan.
“Do you want me to stop?”
