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His lips covered mine. Swift and ferocious, like the waves on a stormy night. There was no time to think, only react. My heart was beating fast, and I could feel the blood pumping in all of my wounds. I reached for him through my thin sheets and his tongue dove into me, claiming me. I fought back, biting his bottom li
p hard.
He laughed, deep in his throat and I felt it all the way in my core. He pulled back and then dove for my neck. “Greedy,” he murmured, biting at the tender skin. Kissing his way down my neck, he pulled my T-shirt aside, stretching it across my shoulder until the collar bone was exposed. “So lovely.” He crooned against my skin.
I moaned, completely beside myself. His touch was driving me to insanity. I needed more. I tugged at his shirt, urging it up.
“Vic,” I whispered.
He was teasing me, refusing to do anything with his hands save lightly touch me. I knew the power he held in his body, I had witnessed it last night. I arched my body closer to his touch, willing him to feel me. To heal me.
His fingertips grazed my breast and I shuddered. He smiled against my neck and continued his gentle assault on my body. His featherlight touch trailed lower, to my navel. I bit at his shoulder, begging him with my body to go lower.
“Vic . . . I need . . .”
“I know what you need.” He said with confidence. I nearly came right there. Vic thrust his hand under the waistband of my pajamas and covered my bare mound. As quickly as all the teasing had begun, it was over. He was feeling me intimately. I squirmed against his touch.
“Oh, Lennox, you're so wet. You're so wet for me.” Vic thrust a finger inside of me.
“Vic!” I shuddered as he thrust another finger deep in me.
“Yeah? Do you like that?” Vic asked, voice rumbling against my ear.
I nodded against his shoulder, unable to speak. I was tethered to him like he was a life preserver.
“Say, ‘I like that Vic.’”
“I . . . I like that, Vic.” I gasped as he played my G-spot like a maestro.
Vic growled, his whole body humming to my response.
“Good girl.” He thumbed my clit to show his appreciation, and my vision went black, I was seeing stars. “Not yet, babe, not yet. Say ‘You own me, Vic.’”
I was going to come. I was on the brink, my whole body was tingling. I could feel it in my toes, fingers, my gut. It was wonderful. Oh God, I had never come like this before. It was ecstasy. I could get addicted to this—
“Lennox!” Vic's harsh, commanding voice cut into my euphoria. My eyes traveled up the length of his body. I suddenly hated his black shirt with red fury because it hid his body from my eyes. I could discern the peaks and valleys of his muscles as the shirt clung to his sweaty skin, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to see him. As I reached to take off his shirt, Vic pushed me back in to the mattress.
He growled, a sound so erotic and primal I felt it all over. I snapped my gaze to his, surprised by the lust in his eyes. If I wasn’t coming before, I was now. Dear whatever God was in heaven, Vic was breathtaking when he looked at me like that.
“Say it. Say ‘you own me, Vic’,” he barked.
If he makes me feel like this, I will do whatever he wants. “You . . .” I choked out. Oh, I was turning into spaghetti. Oh God I was becoming as hard as metal. Since when were orgasms this amazing?
“You own me, Vic. Say it,” Vic rasped out. His neck veins were throbbing and his black eyes were shining.
I could feel myself going over the edge, getting lost in his face, his eyes. Everything about him was consuming me from the slick of his sweat rubbing against me to the blood pooling under his lip where I'd kissed him too hard to the way he was fingering me into sweet oblivion.
“You . . . you own me.” I gasped, writhing like a possessed person. I think I screamed. No, I'm pretty sure I screamed. Yeah, I screamed.
“Say ‘Vic.’ Say my name.” Vic stared down at me, also doing his best impersonation of a person possessed.
“You own me, Vic!” I wailed, just as the last completely space-bending wave of orgasm hit me. I fell back against the bed, my eyelids fluttering to stay open. Vic leaned with me, keeping his arm around me in a fierce grip. I could still feel his fingers inside of me, but they no longer worked their magic. Thank God, too. I'm sure he could bring me to orgasm again, but I don't know if I would survive it.
I felt his fingers slowly slip out of me. It was a hollow feeling. I wanted them to stay; I opened my mouth to beg him to stay, but stopped. I watched him bring his fingers up and I expected him to wipe them off on his shirt, but instead he brought them to his mouth.
Vic locked his eyes on mine, and he licked his fingers slowly, savoring the taste as if he were eating the greatest food known to man.
I could feel my core heating again. My mouth salivated.
