“Oh my God!”
Victor chuckled.
Belle was usually delighted to get one smile or laugh out of him in an evening, but tonight, none of those ever-present scowls had made an appearance, replaced with a lighter, more carefree expression.
While grumpy Victor was hot, happy Victor was sin incarnate.
He walked over to the large tub and turned on the water. “I’m not going to lie. I bought this house because of the bathroom.”
She narrowed her eyes teasingly. “I thought it was because you liked the distance between you and your neighbors.”
“That was a close second,” he said, winking.
“This bathroom is amazing.” As the tub filled, Belle looked around at the oversized space. There was a walk-in shower with five different showerheads and a bench and soft recessed lighting. There was a long counter with double sinks and huge mirrors. The Jacuzzi tub was big enough for at least four people, and he—or perhaps Viv—had lined the wall behind with staggered shelves covered in different sizes of candles.
She was about to ask if he ever used the candles, when Victor pulled a long lighter from one of the bathroom drawers and started lighting them.
“If you ever repeat this, I’ll deny it,” he said, “but some nights after particularly brutal games, I like to come in here, run the bath, light the candles, turn out the lights, and soak in the jets until the stress and physical pain goes away.”
“I can’t imagine anything better.”
Once he’d lit the last candle, he lifted his chin toward the light switch by the door. “Turn the lights off and come here,” he growled in that sexy voice she couldn’t resist. Jesus, he could tell her to jump off a cliff in that grumbly, demanding tone, and she was pretty damn sure she’d leap without a second thought.
Turning off the lights, she crossed the room to him, accepting his hand as he helped her into the steamy bath. The water feltlike bliss. He’d put some bath salts in, so the room smelled faintly of lavender.
“I was afraid you might be a little bit sore,” he said, sinking down behind her.
She was, but not enough that she intended to cut their night short.
She sighed blissfully, resting the back of her head on his shoulder as his arms looped around her, his hands cupping her breasts, toying with her nipples.
If his intention with this bath was relaxation, he was missing the mark with his touches. Especially when his lips began dancing along the side of her throat, kissing and licking his way to her shoulder.
Eventually, he rested his chin on her shoulder, turning his head from time to time to place a soft kiss on the side of her head. Her fingers lazily stroked patterns on his strong thighs. She’d never been more aware of the differences in their sizes as she was tonight, first, when he’d caged her beneath him on the couch, and now, when she was so completely encompassed in his embrace.
In the early years, his size, just like his scowls and growly voice, had intimidated her, but now it just felt safe. In a strange way, lying here like this, curled up against him, felt like home—warm, comforting.
They sat there, neither of them speaking for a long time, Victor seemingly as lost in his thoughts as she was.
“Still with me?” he asked after a while, his hand cupping her jaw to turn her head toward him, his thumb brushing her cheek.
“I’m here,” she said, smiling.
“Good,” he murmured, twisting her until she straddled his powerful thighs. They kissed just once before Victor lifted her ass, and she reached between them, guiding his erection insideher. She sank down slowly, savoring every single inch as it penetrated.
Once her ass rested on his thighs, he kissed more thoroughly.
“You’re beautiful, Belle.”
She blinked a few times, his words touching her so deeply, she felt a bit like crying.
While she was on top of him, Belle was under no illusions about who was in control as Victor lifted her ass until just the head of his cock remained, before pulling her back down. He started slowly, but soon the pace increased, water sloshing over the side of the large tub. They were creating quite the tsunami.
When Victor stroked her clit, Belle was a goner. Dear God, that man could find and stroke her clit better than she could. He used it like a secret weapon, and she was not mad about it at all.
She came hard, her body jerking under the impact, and Victor came with her, filling her.
Words failed Belle, mainly because she couldn’t draw in enough air to speak, but the same didn’t hold true for Victor.
