“But—” she started.
“Shhh,” he said, directing the breath that accompanied that sound directly onto her clit. It had the desired effect, because she groaned.
Victor picked up the pace, finger-fucking her harder, adding a third digit. Belle jerked in response, but her body soon adjusted, and within minutes, she gave him the orgasm he’d demanded.
He looked up just as she went over, certain there was nothing more beautiful in the world than his woman in the throes of a climax.
And there was no longer any doubt in his mind that she was his.
He’d always suspected if he staked his claim on her, it would be binding—forever. Now, he knew for certain. And that was when he realized just hownot in lovehe’d been with Amelia. Because his plans to marry her hadn’t felt like this at all. With his ex, the ring and vows had simply been part of the progression of their relationship, feeling like the next boxes that should be checked off.
With Belle, this had become a claim-her-or-die situation.
As her orgasm waned, Victor rose from the floor and adjusted his cock, which was being strangled by his jeans. He was going to have to invest in a hell of a lot more lounge pants with her in his life, because he had a feeling, nonstop erections were about to become a fact of life.
The moment he reached his feet, Belle launched herself at him, kissing him like he’d just given her a million dollars.
Victor let the kiss linger as long as he could—which wasn’t very fucking long—before he broke the embrace, turning to lead her to the couch.
He’d had a lot of time this evening to play out how things might go down between them. Mercifully, Pip had wanted to watchZootopia, a movie he’d seen with her at least a dozen times, so he didn’t need to pay attention to answer her questions or comments.
Ideally, he would have taken Belle to his bedroom for their first time together, but until he discovered just how loud a lover she was, he thought it best not to risk the two of them waking Pip—sound sleeper or not.
Belle sank down onto the couch so she could unbutton his jeans and slide down the zipper. He kept his gaze locked on her face, anxious for the moment when she saw him—all of him—for the first time.
They worked together to shove the denim and his boxer briefs over his hips, his cock springing free. It had been hard ever since he saw her headlights flash through the front window.
Belle’s soft intake of breath and the slight widening of her eyes told him she liked what she saw.
He stepped out of his pants, then cupped her jaw, lifting her face up to his.
While he’d had the last few hours to reconcile himself to what was coming, he was blindsiding Belle. If she wasn’t truly ready to change the status quo between them, somehow he’d find the strength to walk away. “Last chance to say no.”
She blinked several times, surprised by the question. “I want you.”
He knew that, but there was a difference between wanting someone sexually and what he wanted from Belle.
“If we do this, no more fucking dates.”
If Victor had had any doubts about her feelings toward him, they were washed away instantly when her face lit up in true delight.
“No more dates. I promise.”
Victor guided her to her back on his couch, grateful he’d bought the big-ass, expensive sectional. The cushions were deep and plush, and most importantly, wide enough that he could climb over her, his knees straddling her thighs.
Victor lowered his head, kissing her once more. As he did so, he blindly reached for his jeans, in need of his wallet and the condom he kept there.
Belle broke the kiss when she felt what he was doing. “I get the shot,” she said, biting her lower lip afterward.
“Belle, I’m clean, but if you want me to use?—”
“I don’t,” she interjected. “Ireallydon’t.”
Victor didn’t think it was possible for any more blood to rush to his cock, but with those words, Belle took him from code red to critical fucking mass.
They shifted at the same time, Victor’s knees shifting between her outstretched legs. Neither of them sought to continue the kiss. Instead, they simply held each other’s gazes, their eyes locked as Victor guided his cock to her opening and slid inside.
Once he was buried completely, he paused, fighting to catch his breath.