Page 69 of Hooked On Victor
She laughed, breath hitching as his hands traced her ribs.
“No,” she gasped. “I like Victor better.”
He paused.
Looked at her.
Really looked.
And the breath he let out trembled.
He kissed her so deeply she forgot to breathe.
They moved together slowly.
Not like lovers in a rush to possess.
But like people who had fought to deserve it.
His fingers traced every scar.
Hers threaded through his hair, grounding him when his breath stuttered.
When he pressed inside her, it was careful.
Gentle.
Reverent.
She met him thrust for thrust, lips parting on quiet moans that seemed to hush the wind itself.
They didn’t speak.
They promised.
With every movement.
Every tremble.
Every breath.
When it ended, it wasn’t with fireworks.
It was with silence.
With the slow thud of two hearts finding the same rhythm.
Later, as their breathing slowed, she lay against his chest.
Fingers drawing idle patterns through the dark hair there.
She spoke softly, words careful in the hush.
“So what name do I put on our new legal documents?”
He turned his head to look at her, eyes half-lidded, soft in the candlelight.
He smiled.
