Page 35 of Letters From Victor

Slowly, reverently, he trailed open-mouthed kisses down the column of my throat, across my collarbone, over the swell of my breasts. He lavished attention on each peaked nipple, swirling his tongue and grazing with his teeth. Liquid heat pooled low in my belly as he mapped my body with his lips and hands, igniting every nerve.

His lips blazed a trail down my stomach, his tongue circling my navel in a slow tease before continuing lower. I shuddered in anticipation as he nudged my thighs further apart, his breath hot against my skin.

“Victor, please…” I panted, writhing restlessly on the bed.

He looked up at me, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips. “Please what, angel? Tell me what you need.”

I flushed, equal parts aroused and embarrassed by his command. I’d never been vocal during lovemaking before, much less ever been asked what I wanted.

Ghosting his fingers along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, he danced just shy of where I needed him most. Hissilence demanded mine to break first. My face burned, but the ache between my legs overpowered any lingering shyness.

“Can you…”

“Can I what, darling?”

I bit down on my lower lip. “Can you…do what you…” I couldn’t bring myself to say the words.

He chuckled softly. “Let me help. Do you want me to use my fingers or my mouth?”

“Both.” The word flew from my lips. My cheeks flamed.

Victor raised his eyebrows. “Greedy,” he chided with a sinful grin. “As my lady commands.” Slowly, teasingly, he lowered his head.

The first long, slow lick of his hot tongue ripped a low moan from my throat. My hips bucked off the bed at the exquisite sensation. Victor pinned me down with a strong forearm across my pelvis as he licked and sucked. I fisted my hands in the comforter, head thrashing on the pillow as he drove me to dizzying heights.

Victor slid first one, then two long fingers inside me, pumping in tandem with the movements of his agile tongue. I keened and writhed beneath him.

He pulled back long enough to speak. “Don’t hold back. We’re not in my office anymore.”

I let out a ragged moan as Victor’s fingers curled inside me, stroking that place that made my toes go numb. His tongue was hot and insistent. The sensations were almost too much to bear. Tension coiled inside me like a spring.

“Oh God, Victor!” I cried out, arching off the bed. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

He growled against me, the vibrations sending sparks skittering across my skin. “That’s it, angel,” he encouraged between licks. “Let me hear you.”

Spurred on, I let myself go, moaning and gasping freely as he worked me higher and higher. My thighs trembled and toes curled. I was on the precipice, ready to snap.

“Victor, I…” I panted, barely able to form words. My voice was foreign to my ears, high, breathy, and desperate.

He hummed against me and redoubled his efforts, lashing his tongue in tight relentless circles as his fingers stroked and curled. The vibrations combined with the pressure catapulted me into ecstasy.

It hit like a freight train, stealing my breath and setting me alight with rapture. I shattered, clamping down on Victor’s fingers in rhythmic pulses as waves of sensation radiated out to the tips of my fingers and toes. A symphony of gasps, moans, and cries spilled from my lips, bouncing off the bedroom walls. I thrashed on the bed, fingers digging into the comforter, back bowing until only my shoulders and hips touched the mattress. He worked me through the aftershocks, his touch gentling as I floated down from the pinnacle.

Victor pressed a final soft kiss to my inner thigh before crawling back up my body. I reached for him, wanting to feel his solid weight anchoring me. I was trembling, my nerves still sparking and sizzling in the aftermath of the most intense pleasure I’d ever experienced.

He gathered me into his arms and held me close, brushing my damp hair away from my face. “You are so incredibly divine when you let go like that,” he murmured, his lips grazing my temple. “The way you look when you come apart for me… You’re fire and silk, and I’m a ruined man.”

His heated words and the awe in his voice sent a thrill racing through me. I felt powerful, desired, cherished. Adored. I never wanted the feeling to end.

I tilted my head to gaze up at him, still catching my breath. Victor’s eyes were dark and hooded, pupils wide with arousal.His hard, hot length pressed insistently against my hip. I shifted, hooking a leg over his waist to draw him closer.

“I want to make you feel good too.” I slid my hand down his chest and abdomen to wrap around his thick shaft. “Let me…”

Victor groaned, his hips flexing into my touch. But he caught my wrist, stopping my exploration. “Not this time, angel,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Right now, this is all about you.” He chuckled. “But not to worry, I’m enjoying myself immensely.”

His dark eyes roamed over my body like a physical caress, igniting flames under my skin wherever his gaze lingered. He traced a finger down the center of my chest, circling each nipple before continuing lower. I squirmed beneath his touch, still sensitive from before.

“Are you ready for more, my darling?” He skimmed his fingertips along the crease of my thigh.

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