“Belle,” he murmured, trying to find the words to ask if she was okay. “Sunshine.”
She cupped his bearded face in her hands and smiled.
It was all he needed.
Victor began to thrust, slowly at first, but he soon built up his rhythm—in both speed and force—as Belle wrapped her legs around his waist, her ankles crossed at the base of his spine.
The only sounds in the room were their stuttered breaths…his grunts of pleasure…her moans of delight.
Belle’s back arched when he reached between them, stroking her clit. He’d promised her at least three orgasms tonight, and he was determined to see that through.
Even if it killed him.
Which it might.
She was so tight, gloving his dick like she was made just for him.
Belle cried out his name as her eyes closed and her inner muscles clenched around him, her climax powerful, beautiful.
Victor held still, fighting like the devil to ride out the storm—herstorm. It was a close call.
When her eyes opened again, her gaze was cloudier, hazier. It took her a few blinks to clear it enough to focus on him.
“You’re going to do that again,” he said, in a deep warning tone.
Belle huffed out a laugh. “You say that like it’s a threat.”
Victor wanted to chuckle at her joke, because itwasfunny, but he was a man on the edge. It wasn’t going to take much for him to come, and he wanted her with him when he did.
He stroked her clit once more, kissing her deeply, roughly, until her sated body sparked back to life. Belle took his decision to start moving away from him when her hips began rising and falling, drawing him back into their earlier rhythm.
He drew his lips along her cheek, down the side of her neck, biting her shoulder as he kept applying force and friction to her clit.
Belle called out his name as her third orgasm struck. This one so intense, Victor was helpless to hold himself back. He followed her off the cliff, a litany of curse words mingled with her name. “Fuck, Belle! Jesus Christ. Sunshine… Fucking perfect.”
He held himself above her, trying not to crush her with his weight as they both dragged themselves back from the abyss. Once her gaze connected with his again, he kissed her, long and hard, shifting to his side and pulling her with him so that her body was pillowed against his chest.
They remained there for a good hour, neither of them willing to leave their bubble or break the spell.
“Sleep in my bed tonight,” he said gruffly.
Belle lifted her head. “Pip?—”
“I’ll set an alarm for five,” he said, unwilling to bend on this. Now that he’d had her, made her his, he wasn’t backtracking or hesitating or fucking pausing. “You can sneak back to your own room then and she’ll be none the wiser.”
Belle considered that for only a moment before nodding. “Okay.”
“Good girl,” he replied, grinning.
“You’re going to have to use those words sparingly,” she said, slowly pushing up. “Because they make me want to do dirty, dirty things with you.”
Victor laughed loudly. “Oh, Clarabelle. You really shouldn’t divulge dangerous secrets like that to me.”
She playfully slapped him on the chest, then stood, walking across the room. She tossed her sundress back on, not bothering with the panties or bra. Victor slipped into his boxer briefs, then grabbed the rest of their clothing. It wouldn’t do for Pip to find those breadcrumbs in the morning.
Clasping hands, the two of them walked to his room, neither speaking.
For now, words weren’t necessary.