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I kiss her again, dipping my tongue into her mouth.
"Why would I stop when I've just started?" I say, my lips still brushing against hers.
Her whimper is broken by a harsh sob.
"Patience, Victoria," I murmur. "And you'll get what you want."
I slide back down her body, my lips trailing kisses along her skin.
But I do not give her what she wants. Not yet.
Instead, I take my time, my hands exploring her body, my lips and tongue tasting every inch of her.
I am learning her.
Memorizing her.
I want to know what makes her gasp.
I want to know what makes her moan.
I want to know what makes her beg.
I press a kiss to the inside of her knee, and she giggles again, a soft breathless sound. I smile, and then I nip her skin gently, and the giggle dissolves into a moan.
She is so sensitive. So responsive.
It is intoxicating.
I could do this forever.
But I am a selfish man.
And I want what I want.
I make my way back up to the apex of her thighs, and her entire body tenses in anticipation.
I can feel her watching me, her gaze heavy.
I look up at her.
"Eyes on me, Victoria," I command.
Her eyes lock on mine.
I hold her gaze as I lower my head.
Just before I touch my lips to her, her head drops back on a moan.
I pause, pulling back slightly.
Her head lifts, her eyes flying to mine.
I push my body up and watch her eyes widen as I move farther away from where she wants me.
I reach over her head and grab a pillow.
"Up," I order.
