Victor bent his head to catch the sound in his mouth as his fingers slid over her slick
flesh.
"Are you sure?" Harper asked and she could hear the frown in his voice, knew he was
concerned, but just wished he'd go away.
"I'm fine," Elvi gasped the moment Victor lifted his head. The words were faint and
breathy, her breathing reduced to short pants by what he was doing to her. In the
hopes of getting rid of the annoying men outside the door, she added a breathless,
"Really. You can stop worrying. I'm going to sleep now."
"I sincerely hope not," Victor breathed into her ear, and then lowered his head to
catch one nipple lightly between his teeth and nip it gently.
"Elvi?" Harper asked.
"Yes?" Elvi breathed, sucking in her stomach with alarm as Victor released her nipple
and suddenly began to slide down her body until his face was between her legs. She
immediately tried to close them to keep him from doing what she suspected he was
going to do, but Victor simply caught her legs and pressed them open again, exposing
the core of her to his view.
"Elvi?" Harper repeated and she realized there had been no voice behind her first
response.
"Yes," Elvi tried again and this time it came out a near squeal as Victor chose that
moment to rasp his tongue over her quivering flesh. Trying for a more normal voice,
she panted, "What is it?"
There was an uncertain pause from outside the door and Elvi lifted her head to peer
down at Victor, then caught at his hair and tugged, hissing, "Stop that."
At first, she thought he would obey the half‐plea, half‐command. He rose up slightly
between her legs, but merely grinned at Elvi evilly and slid a finger into her. Elvi bucked
like a wild horse, her body uncaring that there were men outside the door. Then his
mouth found her again and Elvi pressed a hand to her own mouth to stifle a whimper.
She closed her eyes as he set to work in earnest.
He was hitting just the right spots with just the right pressure so that her head began
to twist frantically back and forth.
Victor must be experiencing the same thing, Elvi thought suddenly, amazed at what he
was doing to her. There was no way he could—
"You won't forget to call Brunswick in the morning? About the blood?" Harper finally
asked, interrupting her thoughts and bringing her eyes abruptly open.
Elvi had actually forgotten the bloody men were outside the door. How could she
forget that? Easy, she realized as Victor caressed her more determinedly.
"Yes!" Elvi cried, hips thrusting. Lights were starting to dance on the periphery of her
eyes and she felt ready to explode, but this time Victor was showing no mercy.
"You will?" Harper asked with confusion.
Elvi blinked, wondering what the man was nattering on about. She'd quite forgotten
the question. She hadn't been talking to him anyway. Had she talked? She might have
said something. What had it been? She thought it might have been yes or something of
that ilk. Since that was apparently the wrong answer, she tried, "No!"
"Oh, good, thanks," Harper murmured. "I'm off to bed, then. Alessandro has already
retired, but Edward is going to stay up with DJ for a while, to help watch over Mabel.
Just shout if you need anything."
Elvi didn't bother to respond, she hadn't really heard anything he was saying, or
perhaps it was more correct to say she'd heard it but hadn't comprehended any of it.
Her brain didn't have the capacity at the moment when it was being hit by wave after
growing wave of pleasure from what Victor was doing to her. The man was turning her
into a mass of raw sensation and she was sure she was going to explode.
The moment footsteps outside the door announced that the men were leaving Victor
reared up and scooped her into his arms. Apparently he'd managed to kick his jeans off
before doing so because this time they made it to the bed without falling.
Once there he simply turned his back to it and dropped onto the bed with her in his
arms. Elvi landed on his chest with a gasp, then quickly took advantage of their
position and sat up before he could try to shift her beneath him. She wasn't having
anymore torture. She knew what she wanted and would have it. Victor reached for
her, but Elvi scrambled backward and shifted to straddle his hips, her hand finding his
erection and guiding him into her as she came to rest on his hips.
They both went still, their gazes meeting as he filled her, then Victor suddenly sat up,
catching her by the back of the head and drawing her forward to meet him as his
mouth covered hers.
Elvi moaned and caught one arm around his shoulders to keep her balance. Her other
hand slid into his hair to run over his scalp as his tongue filled her as well. He was in