He placed himself between her thighs and kissed her again. His thick staff moved against her thigh, slow and intoxicating. Charlotte felt sensation pulse through her body in waves as he entered her.
The pulse seemed to gather low in her stomach before spreading everywhere at once until her skin felt feverish.
Her fingers moved instinctively across his back; she could feel the hard strength of him beneath her palms. Charlotte pushed her fingers lightly into the muscles there, fascinated by the sheer solidity of him.
Victor groaned softly into her mouth as his hard member slid in and out of her.
The sound sent another sharp pulse of heat through her. “Oh Victor,” she moaned.
“You enjoy tormenting me,” he muttered.
“I do not know what I am doing.”
“That somehow makes it worse.”
Charlotte laughed weakly as he kissed along her neck. Her body felt impossibly sensitive now, every brush of his lips sending little shivers racing through her. One hand held up his heavy body while the other teased her breast and brushed her rosy peak.
She had never imagined desire could consume a person so completely.
Candlelight flickered across his handsome face and dark hair, and her heart gave an almost painful squeeze of affection.
He truly loves me.
The thought still felt miraculous.
Victor’s hand slid slowly along her thigh as she wrapped her leg around him, pushing him deeper inside of her. Charlotte inhaled sharply as warmth bloomed through her body again. His touch was confident yet careful, as though he wished to savor every reaction she gave him.
“You are flushed,” he murmured.
“You are responsible for it, Your Grace,” She said.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer eagerly. The heat between them seemed to build with every rocking movement of his hips until she felt entirely consumed by him.
Victor’s hand stroked slowly along her thigh again. Charlotte gasped softly into his mouth as sensation pulsed through her body. It was enough to make her feel nearly delirious with wanting him.
“Victor,” she whispered breathlessly.
“Yes, love?”
“You are driving me mad. I am going to release.”
His grin turned wickedly pleased. “Good. You are never more beautiful than when you do.”
He rolled with her slightly across the bed until she found herself half atop him. Charlotte smiled as his arms tightened around her waist securely. The movement felt playful and intimate all at once as he guided her body up and down his long member.
“Oh, oh my,” she moaned.
“That’s it, do not stop, Duchess,” he said.
Charlotte bounced faster and faster until they both released, and this time Victor released inside of her.
They collapsed together side by side for a moment. Charlotte felt the throbbing joy move through her body. Her breath was uneven as she pressed a hand on his strong chest.
Victor brushed stray curls back from her face gently. “There she is.”
“Who?”
“My wife.” His gaze softened unbearably. “Happy.”
