Page 34 of Letters From Victor

With a wicked grin, I increased the pressure and speed of my fingers and tongue, driving her relentlessly toward the edge. Barbara’s body bowed off the desk, hands scrabbling for purchase on the smooth wood.

“Let go for me,” I coaxed between licks. “I’ve got you.”

A few more firm strokes of my fingers and flicks of my tongue sent her soaring. Barbara’s hand flew to her mouth to muffle her moans as she came apart, clenching hard around my fingers as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. I worked her through it, drawing out her pleasure until she collapsed back onto the desk, limp and sated.

I sucked at her gently as she caught her breath, savoring the proof of her surrender on my tongue. Finally, I withdrew my fingers with a satisfied hum.

“That was just the beginning, my darling.”

17

BARBARA

Icouldn’t get inside Victor’s apartment fast enough. Before he had even closed the door behind us, I kicked off my heels and was peeling him out of his suit jacket. Fire rushed through my veins, embers stoked into a raging inferno. Every nerve tingled with electric anticipation.

Victor backed me against the wall, his lips claiming mine in a frenzied kiss that left me breathless. I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his heated skin against mine.

Victor chuckled, a low rumble in his chest, as he captured my wrists and pinned them above my head against the wall. His body pressed into mine, hard planes and coiled power. I whimpered at the exquisite pressure, aching for more.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” he purred, nuzzling my neck. He grazed my racing pulse with his teeth before soothing the sting with his tongue. “I like that.”

“Victor, please,” I breathed, straining against his grip. “I need you.”

“Oh, I know, angel.” He slid his free hand down my side, the heat of his fingers searing through the fabric of my dress. He gripped my hip and ground against me, drawing a low moanfrom my throat. “I can feel how much you need me,” he growled. “How badly you want me inside you, filling you up.”

I shuddered and rolled my hips, seeking more delicious friction. “Yes,” I gasped. “Please, Victor…”

He captured my lips in another scorching kiss before pulling back, his dark eyes glinting with lust. “I’m going to take my time with you, Barbara,” he promised in a low, rough voice. “I’m going to worship every inch of your exquisite body until you’re trembling and begging for release.” He released my wrists and stepped back, drinking in the sight of me with unconcealed hunger. “Strip for me,” he commanded. “Slowly.”

A shiver raced down my spine at his authoritative tone. I met the heat in his expression and reached behind my neck to unclasp my dress, sliding the zipper down in a whisper. The garment slithered off my shoulders and pooled at my feet, leaving me in my brassiere, panties, garter belt, and stockings.

Victor’s eyes darkened further, pupils blown wide with lust. “Keep going.”

I held his heated gaze as I reached back to unclasp my brassiere. The lacy garment fell away, baring my breasts to the cool air—and to him. I hooked my thumbs in the sides of my panties and eased them down my hips in one slow, unbroken motion. I unhooked my garters and slowly slid my stockings down my legs, bending at the waist, taking my time, putting on a show for him. Finally, I unclipped my garter belt and let it drop to join the pile of discarded clothing on the floor.

I stood before Victor—bare, exposed, chest heaving. His eyes raked over my body, taking in every dip and curve. The raw hunger in his expression sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. He looked like he wanted to devour me. And God help me, I wanted to be devoured. I was a willing offering, and he was every inch the predator.

“Perfection,” he murmured reverently, closing the distance between us. He skimmed his palms up my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake. His fingers traced the curve of my waist, the swell of my breasts, the slope of my neck. Every brush of skin on skin sent electric sparks racing through me. I shivered under his worshipful touch, my body singing with anticipation.

Victor threaded his hands into my hair and tilted my head back for a deep, consuming kiss that left me dizzy and aching. I clung to his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt and vest bunching under my fingertips.

“Too many clothes,” I mumbled against his lips, tugging impatiently at his collar.

Victor chuckled, a dark, sinful sound. “So eager, angel.” He pressed his hips into me, rock-hard beneath his trousers. Without my shoes, he was a touch taller than me, and our bodies lined up like they were made for each other.

In one smooth motion, he swept me up into his arms. I let out a surprised gasp, automatically winding my arms around his neck for balance as he carried me down the hall to the bedroom.

Victor laid me on the plush comforter. Slowly, deliberately, he unbuttoned his vest and shrugged out of it before tossing it over the back of a chair. He loosened his tie and pulled it free, letting it snake to the floor. Eyes locked on mine, he unbuttoned his shirt.

I swiped my tongue across my bottom lip at the sight of him—broad shoulders, chiseled chest dusted with dark hair, the defined V of his hips disappearing into his trousers. My fingers itched to touch him, to map the ridges and planes of his body. But I stayed still, transfixed by the erotic spectacle of Victor undressing for me. Returning the favor, as it were.

He toed off his shoes and socks and unfastened his belt and trousers, letting them fall to the floor. Finally, he undid the top two buttons on his shorts and slid them down his muscularthighs, revealing his impressive erection. Anticipation coiled tight in my belly at the sight of him hard and ready.

Victor crawled onto the bed, settling his hips between my thighs. Heat radiated off his body, stoking the flames within me. He braced himself on his forearms, caging me in with his body. I traced the sharp line of his jaw, the roughness of his stubble prickling my fingertips.

Victor turned his head to press a kiss to my palm. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my palm. “A goddess in the flesh.”

His words sent a shiver racing down my spine. No one had ever looked at me the way Victor did—like I was the most precious, most desirable creature on earth. Like he would move heaven and earth just to be with me.

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