Page 72 of My Big Fat Vampire Wedding
A groan escaped Victor at the sensation.
Then his fingers were slipping down, sliding inside her.
Her lips against his skin muffled the moan that clawed its way out of her as his fingers settled deep, just an unmoving fullness.
On a whimper, her hips moved in a circle, getting the movement her body was begging for and pressing her cleft against his palm, creating a friction that had little sparks of need spreading, catching, burning through her.
Victor sucked in a deep, steadying breath.
Then his fingers were moving inside her as his thumb slipped up to keep working her clit.
Pandora’s fingers dug into his arm as he drove her up, as he worked her achingly slowly, tormenting as well as pleasing, never quite giving her what she needed to get the release that she felt coiled in her core.
“I need to taste you,” he murmured, voice thick.
I know that feeling too well, she thought, before his other meaning sank in.
By then, his fingers were already sliding out of her.
A whimper escaped her, the need for release an acute ache, almost a pain.
But then Victor was lowering down in front of her as he pressed her back against the wall, letting it support her weight as he disappeared under her skirt.
Pandora reached down with frantic, shaky fingers, pulling the skirt up out of the way, not wanting to lose sight of him for a second. Especially when he tilted his head back to look up at her with hunger in his gorgeous green eyes.
His fingers moved up, grabbing the waistband of her panties and drawing them down slowly, seeming to enjoy her longing as her thighs shook, as her hands curled into fists around her skirt, wringing the material.
It fell around her feet and Victor lifted each foot, freeing the material.
Then his lips were pressing into the inside of her knee, blazing a heated path up her thigh.
Pandora’s chest felt tight, her head fuzzy, by the time her leg was draped over his shoulder and his tongue was tracing the crease of her thigh.
So,soclose.
His breath was warm on her cool skin, the contrast sending butterflies swooping through her belly.
Then his head finally shifted.
A current shot through her body at the feel of his tongue teasing up her cleft. The shock of pleasure was searing, sizzling, smoldering, making her head fall back as a long, ragged moan escaped her.
Against her, Victor made that rumbling sound again, like he was just as excited by her pleasure as she was, the vibrations of the sound against her creating an entirely new dimension of sensation.
He worked her with the pressure and speed she was craving, driving her up as she struggled to keep her moans down.
His fingers slid back inside of her once again, stroking as he continued to tease her with his tongue.
He drove her right to that edge, then sent her flying over, continuing to lick and stroke as she crashed, as the pleasure overtook her completely.
The aftershocks were still racking her system as Victor’s head shifted, pressing a kiss to her other inner thigh, working his way back down toward her knee.
It was right then that Pandora heard Lucy’s voice calling through the house, her tone becoming a little frantic when she didn’t locate her immediately.
Victor pulled away, exhaling hard as his head ducked so she couldn’t see his face.
“Go,” he said, voice rough, as he reached to rake a hand through his hair.
She really needed a moment to pull herself together too. Or, better yet, to forget all about the party, take Victor upstairs, and finish what they started.
