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I chuckled, shaking my head at his enthusiasm. "That's not a challenge, Victor. It was a genuine concern."

He shrugged nonchalantly, the playful glint in his eyes not fading. "Well, either way, I'm up for it,” he said, then kissed me hungrily again. The smell of him, the feel of his body pressed against mine, all of it swirled together in a potent cocktail that made me momentarily forget the danger we were in. Victor was invincible in my arms, a warrior who promised to keep me safe. But even as I savored the taste of him, the specter of our situation loomed large.

It didn’t matter. There was nothing I could do except enjoy the way his touch felt as he raked his teeth down my pulse, until his mouth slid down my chest.

His lips traced a fiery path over my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. And for a moment, I allowed myself to forget the looming dangers outside of this small room. I let myself sink into him, relishing the feel of his body against mine. This was Victor - a fierce fighter, an unyielding protector, a man who wouldn't think twice about sacrificing himself for those he sincerely cared for. At that moment, I belonged to him, and he belonged to me.

The sound of his breathing echoed in the otherwise silent room. It was a steady rhythm that matched the thumping in my chest. His hands explored me with an intensity that left me breathless - each touch imprinted on my skin like a brand. His lips found mine again, consuming me whole with an urgency that had nothing to do with our circumstances and everything to do with what we felt for one another.

His hand was behind me, unclasping my bra as he kissed down my chest again.

As his hands left my back to trace the curve of my waist, he whispered against my skin something that was too low for me to hear. But it didn't matter because his actions spoke louder than any words could. He was here with me, in the middle of this terrifying situation, and he was willing to risk everything for me.

His lips continued their intoxicating journey downwards, causing me to tremble beneath him. His touch was gentle but insistent, leaving a trail of desire that set my nerves on fire. He hooked his fingers on the waistband of my jeans and began to pull them away. I let out a shaky breath, closing my eyes as the anticipation built.

"Sofia," he whispered, his voice husky and filled with emotions that mirrored mine. His lips traced a path from my stomach to my collarbone, every touch leaving me desperate for more. His body pressed against mine, adding to the heat that was quickly becoming too much to handle. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, threading my fingers through his hair. “Don’t stop,” I whispered, not recognizing the huskiness in my own voice. But he seemed to understand because a slow smile curved at the corners of his mouth before he slid down my body again and pressed another hot kiss on my belly button, his hands working on the button of my jeans.

With a gentle tug, my jeans were off, leaving me exposed to him in a way I'd never been before. But weirdly enough, I wasn’t embarrassed. Victor’s gaze was appreciative and loving, and he traced the shape of my legs with his hands, igniting goosebumps along their path.

His lips soon followed where his hands had just been, pressing hot kisses onto my thigh as he moved upwards. My breath hitched at the sensation, my hands clutching his hair as he continued exploring my body.

His fingers tugged at my underwear, barely touching the fabric that covered my pussy as he took in a shaky breath. “Can I take these off?”

I didn't hesitate, nodding quickly in response. His eyes held mine for a moment longer before he carefully peeled off my underwear and discarded it to the floor. The room suddenly felt much colder without the fabric to protect me, but Victor's touch soon soothed the chill as his hand found mine, intertwining our fingers.

His lips pressed against my hip bone, gentle enough to not leave a mark, yet firm enough to make me arch my back.

My breath hitched in my throat as his fingers traced a path down the inside of my thigh, sending jolts of heat igniting through me. My heart pounded heavily in my chest as I squeezed Victor's hand tighter. He kissed the inside of my legs until his mouth was only an inch away from my core. His eyes flicked up to meet mine, anticipation sparkling in his gaze as he waited for my nod of approval. My nerves were alight with anticipation, my body almost trembling from the pent-up desire.

“Look at me,” he whispered, his thumb stroking my thigh in a soothing circling motion. I did as told and found his eyes filled with such intensity that it took my breath away. “I want you to watch me, Sofia.”

A gasp left my lips as he lowered his mouth, not breaking eye contact. His touch was like fire against my skin, consuming every bit of rational thought. He devoured me with a hunger that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

He didn’t fucking take his eyes off me as he ate me out. Heat spread across my cheeks as I watched him. There was something incredibly intimate about the way he was looking at me, about the fact that even in these circumstances he was so attuned to my needs. I could see the fervor in his gaze, the desperate need to make me feel good.

His tongue moved in slow, agonizing circles, each lap sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. I gasped, clutching his hair tightly as my body arched instinctively into his touch. Victor hummed against me, the vibrations multiplying the sensations as he continued to explore me with an intensity that was devastating.

My fingers dug into the sheets, gripping them tightly as I struggled to keep my eyes open, to watch him as he'd asked.

"Victor," I whimpered, feeling the pressure build.

I watched him, caught in a haze of overwhelming pleasure as he took me higher and higher. My breaths came out in sharp pants as my hands gripped his hair tighter. Sweat started to slick my skin as he tasted every inch of me, driving me closer and closer to the edge. His eyes never left mine, desire gleaming brightly within them.

"Victor," I whimpered again, my body tensing as the waves of pleasure continued to build.

His eyes flashed with satisfaction as he continued his assault, his tongue circling and swirling, pushing me further towards the brink with each movement. The room around us was forgotten, lost in the haze of ecstasy building within me.

The pleasure was too much; it washed over me in waves, powerful and consuming, my hips bucking against Victor's steady strokes. His name was a chant on my lips as I felt the tremors start deep inside. He didn't let up; instead, his pace quickened, fingers pressing and twisting in just the right way that had my mind spinning.

And then, it all came crashing down. My body shook uncontrollably as I climaxed, the world around me fading into nothingness as intense pleasure washed over me. Victor didn't move away from me until I was gasping for air, shuddering in his hold.

When I finally regained a semblance of composure, Victor repositioned himself next to me, pulling me close with an arm wrapped securely around my waist. His breath was erratic against my skin as he struggled to regain his composure too. I turned to look at him, his eyes smoldering with desire and satisfaction.

"You okay?" He breathed out, his voice rough and shaky.

I nodded, resting my head against his chest and relishing in the warmth he provided. "That was... wow".

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