Her hands tightened their grip, but not to continue the fight. Instead, she released a shaky breath, her chest as red as her cheeks, and parted her legs.
The first thing he saw was the shine of arousal on her inner thighs. She was already dripping wet, and he’d done little more than kiss her.
“How long has it been?” he asked, hoping her answer would encourage him to slow down and use care. He wasn’t entirely sure it would, but…
“Seven years,” she whispered.
Fuck.
Yeah, he thought. That didn’t help at all.
Instead, it made his need to stake his claim stronger, harder to resist. He parted her lips with his thumbs, drawing her scent in as he leaned toward her wet pussy.
Belle squeaked when his tongue swiped along her slit, drinking her in.
“Fuck,” she murmured.
Unable to resist, Victor lifted his head and smirked, mainly because while the F word was his favorite and most-used word, he’d never heardBelleuse it. “We’re going to fill that swear jar tonight.”
She giggled. “Disney, here we come.”
He barked out a laugh, then dove back in.
Belle’s fingers slipped to his shoulders as she sought purchase, her nails scraping the skin there. He liked the idea of wearing her marks, almost as much as he enjoyed the idea of giving her a few of his own.
In fact…
He turned his head away from her pussy, nipping her inner thigh. She squealed again, squirming when he closed his lips around the bite mark and started sucking. He hadn’t given a girl a hickey since high school, but the idea of giving Belle one that only the two of them knew about was too tempting to resist.
Once he’d left his mark, he turned his attention back to her pussy, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Belle cried out his name, cursing again as her hips began to gyrate.
He tightened his grip, holding her in place as best he could, but Belle wasn’t making it easy.
Sucking her clit into his mouth, he pushed two fingers inside her, mentally cursing over how tight she was. She was going to feel like heaven, but first, he needed to stretch her out.
He was a big guy…everywhere.
Not so big that women screamed in horror, but he was definitely on the upper end of average. He didn’t want to hurt Belle, but every single one of her responses to his touches chiseled away at his self-restraint.
It was taking everything he had not to toss her over his shoulder, drag her to the couch, and drive himself in deep and hard until they were both obliterated.
“Please,” Belle gasped, her hips moving in time with the thrusting of his fingers. “Need. You.”
Victor glanced up at her. “You’re going to come on my fingers first.”
Belle’s brows furrowed briefly in what looked like confusion. Jesus, hadn’t any of her previous lovers made her come like this?
“I want you inside me when I come,” she argued.
“You’re going to do that too.”
This time, shedidfrown. “I’m kind of a one-and-done girl. I’ve never come twice in a night. I don’t think I can.”
Victor scowled, shaking his head. “You’re not coming twice tonight,” he growled. “We’re not stopping until I’ve rung at least three or four out of you.”
He couldn’t stop himself from chuckling when Belle’s brows rose so high, they practically touched her hairline.
