Page 106 of Victor's Lethal Desire
Victor wraps a towel around his own waist, and then, without warning, he lifts me into his arms. I gasp, my hands instinctively gripping his shoulders, but he holds me securely, his strength effortless.
He carries me to the bed in the suite and gently lays me down. The sheets are cool and soft against my skin.
Victor climbs onto the bed beside me, propping himself up on one elbow. We're both still wrapped in towels, the fabric clinging to our damp skin. His fingers run up and down my arms, his touch the softest it's ever been.
His attention, his devotion to me, is starting to be too much for my body. I'm wet between my thighs, and I know it's not remnants of the shower. The ache is unbearable now, a throbbing need that makes my breath come faster and my pulse race.
Victor places his hand gently around my throat, not squeezing, just holding. He leans in and kisses me, his tongue exploring my mouth with slow strokes. Then he takes his thumb and presses on my chin, pushing my head away from him gently. His lips move to my neck, kissing and licking the sensitive skin there.
I moan, the sound escaping before I can stop it. My body arches toward him, desperate for more.
I'm so turned on, I feel feral, desperate for him on me, inside me.
I can't take it anymore.
I unwrap the towel baring myself completely to him. My chest heaves, my nipples hard and aching, and I reach for him, my hands sliding over his shoulders and his chest.
"I want you to taste how wet I am for you," I say.
Flames of lust flash across Victor's eyes, and he lowers his head. He doesn't move slowly, doesn't kiss my thighs or tease me with gentle touches. He knows exactly what I need because he needs it too.
His mouth closes over my clit, and he moans, the vibrations rolling through my body like an electric current. My back arches off the bed, my breath stopping for a moment.
His tongue works me over with purpose, no hesitation or uncertainty. The pain in my side all but disappears as hot desire wraps around me, pulling me under. Everything else fades, the bruises and the exhaustion, until there's nothing but the wet heat of his mouth and the building pressure low in my belly.
I run my fingers through Victor's hair, gripping tight as he devours me. His hands come up my sides, his fingers pressing into my hips, holding me steady as I grind against his face. He slowly moves his mouth from side to side, his tongue flicking relentlessly, and I moan loudly enough to drown out the hum of the jet engines.
"I love how sweet you taste, baby," he says, before he quickly continues to pleasure me.
I grind into his mouth so he can have more. He can have anything from me. Everything.
He licks me with long strokes, his tongue sliding up and down, then dipping inside my entrance. My body tightens up quickly, too quickly. I'm already close to coming from being so turned on, from the way he touched me in the shower, from the way he looked at me.
"I'm going to come, Victor," I gasp, my thighs trembling. "Oh God."
He doesn't stop. He just keeps moving.
I start shaking, my muscles locking up as the pressure builds to an unbearable peak. Victor's tongue keeps licking and sucking,sliding in and out of my entrance with a rhythm that makes my mind go blank.
I fist the sheets and shatter, a shaky moan ripping from my lips as the orgasm crashes over me. My hips buck against his face, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me.
He slows his pace but doesn't stop, his tongue gentling as I come down. I laugh breathlessly, the sound half-delirious, and grab his face, bringing him up to me. I kiss him hard, tasting myself on his lips, his tongue. It's hot, primal, and I can't get enough.
"I need you in me," I say against his mouth. "Now."
His hand comes up to wrap around my throat, firm and claiming.
"Say that again," he demands, his voice low and rough.
I look into his eyes, those dark, intense eyes that see straight through me. "I need you inside me."
He leans down and kisses me, deep and possessive, then pulls back just enough to speak. "Be a good girl, then, and turn around on all fours."
He stands up and removes his towel, and I see his rock-hard cock throbbing, the head glistening with precum. My mouth waters at the sight, but I turn over and get on all fours, positioning myself for him like he demanded.
"Like this?" I ask, looking over my shoulder.
"Just like that," he says, his voice deep.
