Page 19 of Hooked On Victor
He kept coming.
His eyes were black in the shadows, the pupils blown wide, eating up what little light there was.
“I told myself I wouldn’t touch you,” he said softly.
The words were a promise broken in real time.
He stopped only a breath away, close enough that the heat radiating off his bare skin reached her, steam rising between them where rain evaporated off her shirt.
“But then I drew you,” he said.
He lifted a hand.
Slow. Careful.
Callused fingers brushed her jaw, the pads scraping lightly against her wet skin. She shivered so hard she heard her own teeth click.
“And after that…”
He paused, eyes locked on hers.
“…I knew I was already gone.”
Rose couldn’t move.
Couldn’t breathe.
His thumb dragged across her cheek, wiping water that just returned instantly.
Then he kissed her.
It wasn’t gentle.
It wasn’t permission.
It was himtaking.
Her lips parted under the force of it, a broken sound escaping into his mouth that made his arm clamp around her waist, pulling her in so hard her breath whooshed out.
Their bodies met with a wet slap, clothes sticking and peeling away in awkward, desperate tugs.
She gasped when his other hand slid into her hair, pulling her head back to bare her throat.
Victor growled against her skin, low and vibrating, his teeth grazing the tendon under her jaw.
She shoved at his chest once—pointless. He didn’t move. She didn’t really want him to.
He kissed her again, sloppier now, more frantic.
Their teeth clicked.
She bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, tasted the copper tang on her tongue. He shuddered and kissed her harder.
Her fingers fumbled at the waistband of his sweats, shoving them down over the hard planes of his hips. He hissed as cold air hit him, then groaned when her hand wrapped around him, fingers slick from the rain.
“Fuck, Rose,” he panted, forehead pressed to hers.
She didn’t answer with words.
