Page 38 of Letters From Victor

Barbara’s lips met mine in a tender kiss that quickly deepened, igniting the ever-present spark between us. She rocked her hips, grinding against my rapidly hardening length. I groaned into her mouth and gripped her thighs.

“Insatiable minx,” I growled playfully.

Barbara’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she slowly unbuttoned my shirt that she was wearing, revealing tantalizing glimpses of creamy skin. “Can you blame me?” she purred, rolling her hips again. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

I slid my hands up to grip her waist. “You’re playing with fire, angel,” I warned, my voice low and rough with desire.

She leaned in close, her lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Then burn me,” she whispered.

Heat surged, sharp and sudden. I stood, hauling her up with me in one swift motion. She squealed in delight, wrapping her legs around my waist as I carried her back to the bedroom. I tossed her onto the bed and tore off the last of my clothes before climbing in after her.

The sight of her stole my breath—golden hair fanned out on the pillow, blue eyes dark with desire, lips flushed from our kisses. My angel. My goddess. Mine.

I trailed heated kisses down her neck. “Careful, sweetheart. I’m tempted to tie you to my bed and never let you go.”

Barbara arched into me, her breath catching as I nipped at her collarbone. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

I chuckled darkly, skimming my fingers down her sides. “Both.”

I slid my hands under the shirt she still wore, pushing it up to reveal more of her creamy skin. Barbara lifted her arms, allowing me to pull the garment off completely. I tossed it aside, relishing the sight of her bare beneath me.

“Stunning,” I murmured, roaming my gaze over her lithe form, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts. “I’ll never tire of looking at you.”

I reached for my discarded necktie, the silk cool and smooth against my fingers. Barbara’s eyes widened as she watched me, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths.

“Do you trust me, angel?” I asked softly, running the tie through my hands.

She nodded without hesitation. “Completely.”

“If anything feels uncomfortable or you want to stop, just say the word,” I instructed. “I want you to feel safe and cherished always.”

Barbara gave me a tender smile. “I know. I trust you, Victor.”

My heart swelled with emotion at the faith and love shining in her eyes. Gently, I lifted her hands above her head, kissing each delicate wrist before looping the tie around them. With a simple knot, I secured her hands to a slat in the wooden headboard, leaving enough slack for her comfort.

“Now what shall I do with you?” I trailed my fingers down her arms, savoring the shiver that ran through her body at my touch. The sight of her, vulnerable beneath me, sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me.

She tugged experimentally at the silk tie, but it didn’t give. “Whatever you want,” she breathed, her voice husky with need.

“Careful what you wish for.”

I lavished attention on her breasts, alternating between gentle kisses and playful nips. Barbara arched into my touch, soft gasps and whimpers escaping her lips as I teased and tormented her sensitive flesh.

Leisurely, reverently, I worshipped every inch of her body with my hands and mouth. I savored her gasps and moans, the way she writhed beneath me, desperate for more. By the time I settled my hips between her thighs, she was trembling with need.

“Look at me,” I commanded softly.

Barbara’s eyes fluttered open.

I held her gaze as I sank into her, savoring the exquisite sensation of her enveloping me. The way her eyes widened with awe was delicious. A low moan escaped her lips as I filled her.

“So perfect,” I breathed, stilling to let her adjust. “Like you were made just for me.”

I set a maddeningly deliberate pace, drawing almost all the way out before sinking back in with long, deep strokes. I savored every sensation as I moved within Barbara—the silken heat gripping me, the subtle fluttering inside her, the way her body yielded and welcomed me deeper each time. Each languid thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, stoking the fire in my veins to a roaring inferno.

Her breasts swayed enticingly with our movements, peaked nipples begging for attention. I lowered my head to lavish them with kisses and gentle nips, drinking in her gasps of pleasure.

“Do you feel how perfectly we fit together?” I whispered against her flushed skin. “Like two halves of a whole finally united.”

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