Page 100 of Rapunzel Is Losing It

“You could try kissing me.”

He quietly raised his brows.

“I don’t really know how to explain it, but when you kiss me, my brain gets very quiet. It’s like all the buzzing of the world just stops, and I can only feel you.”

“Like this?”

Victor leaned down and brushed his lips over mine, testing, teasing. My eyes fell shut. On my next quivering inhale, he stifled my breath with his mouth on mine. And the world fell quiet. My body fell quiet. Just a very low, warm hum thrummed through my chest when I tasted him.

“Yeah,” I replied breathlessly, “like that.”

Victor barely let me get the words out before he kissed me again. In one swift move, he picked me up and my legs closed around him on their own accord.Thismade sense. Even if the world was derailing, this - his hips pressed against mine and his tongue in my mouth and his heartbeat hammering against my chest - made sense.

At least until my back hit his mattress. These sheets smelled nothing like home.

“We probably shouldn’t,” I mumbled

“Are you here with me?” Victor’s mouth hovered above mine. “Does this help?”

“Yeah.”

“Then let me make you feel good, Cordelia.”

“Oh goodness.” I gasped when Victor’s hands slid down my torso. His knuckles grazed over the thin sliver of skin between my top and my skirt, leaving a hot trail in their wake. Whether this was a good idea or not, I craved his touch.

His kisses travelled down my neck and I raked my fingers into his hair. I wanted to lock him against me. Keep the warmth and the weight of his body pressing down on me.

“Victor,” I whimpered, wriggling to get a better angle under him.

His mouth closed over the little hollow at the base of my throat. “Still here with me?”

My thoughts were beginning to swim - but in a good way - and I merely managed a strangled sound.

Victor’s mouth moved lower and lower, his lips leaving a burning path down my throat and chest.

“I… oh god… I mean…” I squirmed at a sudden sharp pain. It shot through the right side of my chest. Closing my fists, I tugged at his hair like my life depended on it.

Victor let out a low hum of appreciation.

“No. Let me, ow, hold on….” I fumbled at his face until he leaned back enough to let me sit up. Confusion wrinkled his forehead. Not bothering with an explanation, I worked the bow-shaped brooch on my chest until the needle sprang free. There was no trace of blood, but I had an angry red scratch across my chest. Definitely not what this pin was made for. I tossed the thing aside with a grimace. Only to catch a glance of myself in the mirror behind Victor. Two minutes on his bed, and my braid was tousled and my cheeks were flushed.

“Oh, that’s…” I looked different. My reflection wasn’t perfectly controlled on the outside just to hide the chaos on the inside. “Different.”

“Hmm?” Victor glanced over his shoulder, following my gaze.

“I look different.”

“You look exactly like I see you,” he replied.

“What?” I laughed. “Horny and feverish?”

“Someone who isn’t afraid to take what she wants, no matter what it looks like to the outside world.”

“You really think that?”

“I do.” He kissed my throat again, and I watched his back muscles move in our reflection.

“You’re gorgeous,” I whispered.

---