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Of their own volition, her legs wrapped around his hip and arched up for something...

Something she couldn't name.

He caressed her skin while he sucked her breast deep into his mouth. She trashed against the bed, fingers racking into his hair and mussing it up.

He released her breast with an audible plop and moved to the other, fingers plucking at the other wet nipple. She arched off the bed, offering more of her to his willing mouth.

"I want to taste you so badly."

She didn't know what he meant but, "yes." She trusted him with her body even if she didn't trust him with her heart.

His mouth continued down, swirling against her belly button and nipping at the skin of her stomach before he buried his face in between her legs.

She gasped when his tongue lapped across her most private place and then she tried to pull him away, embarrassment turning her face a distinct red.

"W-what are you doing?"

He groaned, "you taste so good, darling. Allow me to worship you."

His tongue was like a brand of fire against her wet heat and when he pushed that velvety muscle inside her, she let out a cry of pleasure, legs trembling.

Victor pushed her thighs further apart and thrust one thick finger inside of her. Her hips shot off the bed, and his hand on her hip pressed her back into the bed, back into his mouth and hand and the impossibly wonderful fullness.

"Oh God. Oh God," she chanted as his finger began to move within her.

Another finger joined the first and she screamed his name. Pleasure curling inside of her faster and faster. She stood at the brink but something was missing.

"Victor. Victor please!" Tears slipped down the sides of her eyes like jewels standing against her skin.

"Not yet."

"Now!"

"You're so tight," he gritted out, "I will hurt you."

"You could never hurt me. I trust you."I love you. The words remained unspoken between them. If she ever let those words out of her mouth, he would pull away. He would stare at her like she had betrayed him, like she had tricked him into something.

"Lavinia, what you do to me."

He rose up fully on his knees and leaned over her, eyes filled with something that she could pretend was love.

Lavinia felt something blunt against her entrance and she sucked in a breath, waiting.

"I am sorry."

"Do not be," she whispered. She was the one who should be sorry.

And then he pushed into her.

"Argh!" She cried at the size of him. She wanted to tell him to stop, she wanted to shut her legs and push him away, but he wasn't done. He moved his hips back and then drove into her fully.

The tears that filled her eyes were no longer ones of immense pleasure. They were tears of pain as she felt the barrier inside of her give way. Blinding pain filled her, and she wondered why people enjoyed this. It was horrible. Truly horrible.

"Shh," he kissed down her face and then her mouth, his fingers stroking her. Soon she began to feel pleasure unfurl inside her again, till she was trembling with it again.

Her hips began to undulate, seeking friction. Little sparks of light shot behind her eyes, but it still wasn't enough.

"I need," she gasped, "I need."