Page 66 of Let Me Love You

He leisurely swipes his hand up my thigh until he’s at my entrance while his second hand palms my breast. He flicks my nipple, and I arch into him. His fingers replace mine, and he pushes one inside of my pussy. Flames ignite inside my veins, threatening to burn me whole, as he works a second finger inside.

I dig my nails into his back and buck my hips as he hits exactly the right spot—a place I never knew existed. “Please, Vic, I need you inside of me.”

He lowers his head and takes my nipple into his mouth as he continues to finger me. His teeth graze against the sensitive skin. “Oh God.” The words burst free from my mouth as my walls tightened around his fingers. “Fuck. I’m going to come.”

He doesn’t slow his motions. No, instead he slides another finger inside and increases his speed. “Come for me, baby.”

In. Out. In. Out. My pussy tightens around him again, and my body shudders as my orgasm slams into me. Wave after wave overtakes me, and he continues to move his fingers, helping me ride out this orgasm.

I slump my head back, my body limp. He’s the only man to ever make me come. And that’s without him fucking me.

He pulls me close, and my fingers graze raised ridges on his shoulders, suspiciously where he was shot when we had to save Harmony.

Both other times we were together, he never took off his shirt, so I hadn’t realized. I pull back to inspect his puckered skin when Victor says, “I’m okay. It was months ago.”

I nod even though my brain protests what he said, and my eyes stray to his lips. Better to go back to what we were doing than think about that day. “Are you going to fuck me?”

He chuckles and puts his cock back in his hand. “How are you still so mouthy even after an orgasm?”

I pout. “I thought that was just the appetizer. I’m ready for the whole meal.”

“I’ll give you dessert, too, if that’s what you want.”

His eyes slip back down to my spread out, naked body. My gaze finds his cock, and I lick my lips.

Reaching to his bag that rests beside the bed, he pulls out a condom, and tears open the foil package. Within seconds, he has it on, and he’s positioning himself to line his cock up to my slick entrance.

He pauses for a second as if hesitating, but then he’s moving again. I don’t take my eyes off him as he pushes inside of me. A sharp breath escapes my lips.

He pushes in more, inch by agonizing inch, and he groans. He leans down, and I swallow the sound. Our lips are molded together as he gets the remainder of his cock inside of me.

Fuck. He doesn’t move for a second, so I move my hips, trying to propel him into action. I continue to wiggle beneath him. “Fuck, Victor, please move.”

He pulls out and pushes back inside of me gently.

I need more. So much more. “Harder, Vic.”

As if my wish is his command, he withdraws again and slams into me.

“Oh, God, Vic, yes!”

His remaining restraint disappears as he pounds into me mercilessly. I cry out and scratch my nails down his back so hard I’m certain they will leave a mark. His thrusts are brutal, but I take every inch of him time and time again all while my walls clench him.

I moan as I drag my hands back up his torso. “I’m so close.”

He unleashes himself even more than I thought possible, running his thumb over my clit and circling it until I buck against him. The walls of my pussy clench him even harder, my muscles spasming, and I’m so close I’m terrified he’ll stop before I’m done.

Before I can finish that thought, an orgasm slams into me like a freight train. And moments later, Victor lets out a guttural groan, falling off the edge into the abyss with me. He keeps pace and doesn’t stop moving until my aftershock spasms slow to a halt.

He places a gentle kiss on my forehead before heading to the restroom, still fully naked, and as I’m about to snuggle under the blankets, I push into a seated position. I need to get changed, but I don’t want to go to my room, so I head over to his dresser and find solid navy matching pajamas.

Note to self: steal some of his pajamas.

After pulling on the pants and tightening the band to fit my waist, I glance toward the doorway. When I don’t see him, I press the shirt to my nose and inhale like the creeper I’ve become. The fabric smells like fresh cotton that hung out in the summer breeze to dry.

I jerk the shirt away—the last thing I need is for him to catch me smelling his clothes—and pull it on over my head. Just in time.

He reenters the bedroom, strutting in, not caring he’s still naked. I take him in, his scar and all, and gulp. I didn’t believe he could be any sexier than he already was, but seeing him with the scar he got while trying to help save my sister, he’s even hotter.