Page 59 of Let Me Love You

“It’s a rarity for me, I know.”

Victor’s lips quirk up. “Your defiance and fire have always been what attracted me to you.”

I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him to me so our bodies are flush. And every nerve lights up like live wire.

He grips my hips and doesn’t move for a moment. “Are you sure?”

I nod.

“I want to hear you say the words.”

I don’t hesitate this time. “I’m sure.”

Victor groans as he rubs his thumb across my bottom lip. So gentle. “I might’ve thought about you in bed when I couldn’t sleep last night and possibly in the shower this morning.”

My stomach somersaults. “You thought about me?”

He nods once. “You’ve plagued me ever since you glared up at me with fire in your eyes the very first time, but I didn’t conjure up your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock until after I touched you. I can only imagine how that will feel.”

Now butterflies erupt in my stomach. They flutter up to my chest, and my heart pounds against my ribcage. Everything about touching him … Being touched by him … It all feels like I’m being consumed by an inferno. If I’m not careful, I’ll get burned.

Victor lowers his head, and my breath catches. My palms turn sweaty, and my belly is a bundle of nerves. It has been years since I’ve touched a man, pleased a man. The moment his firm lips press against mine, all my fears evaporate, and my mind empties. His hard cock pushes against my stomach as our mouths battle for dominance.

His hand finds my core through my jeans, and I instantly come apart. I moan, and he uses the opportunity to clash his tongue with mine. Just like normal, we both make our stand against each other, but his is more playful, and mine is to seize control before I lose myself completely.

I move his hand away. “Don’t forget I’m making you feel good tonight.”

His eyes flash with an intense heat. “I’ll agree only because we don’t have long. But later, you’re all mine.”

Before I can think about his words and their implication, my hands are on his pants buckle. He slides them down his waist, and they pool on the floor. His cock strains against his boxers, begging to be released, to be touched. As I pull down his underwear, releasing him, liquid heat pools in my stomach.

“Don’t forget we have to be quiet,” Victor whispers into the shell of my ear before trailing kisses down my neck.

His words and lips send a chill down my spine. Somehow the thought of being caught like we’re teenagers again makes this even hotter.

“Make sure you’re quiet.”

A chuckle vibrates out of his chest, but the sound cuts off as I wrap my fingers around his girth. He groans. The noise sends a roll of power through me. I tighten my grip and move my hand faster.

A guttural groan fills the room.

“If you don’t slow down, I’m going to come already.”

I comply. This time.

I’m not ready to give up this moment. After this, we might not see each other intimately again, so I have to savor it all. Rubbing my thumb over the tip of his cock, I swipe the precum, and when I look up at him, he meets my eyes. I hold his gaze and bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking off all of his come, and his eyes dilate even more.

“You are such a fucking good girl.” His voice comes out barely louder than a whisper, and my core clenches.

I’d probably do anything to hear him say that again. Who knew I had a praise kink?

He hisses as I bring my hand back to his cock, and I stroke all the way down to the hilt. His hips buck forward as I start to pump faster again.

“You’re destroying me, Serenity.”

His words make me drop to my knees, and I lick up the length of his cock. A moan escapes his mouth as he plunges his fingers into my hair, wrapping the strands around his fist with a tight grip. I cover my lips around his cock and slowly take the rest of him into my mouth. My eyes sting with tears as he reaches the back of my throat, but I don’t care. I use both of my hands to pump the base of his cock as I continue to take him to my throat.

“Fuck. Serenity, I’m going to come.” His words come out harsher than I’ve ever heard but not in an angry way. “You’re my undoing.”