Page 116 of My Big Fat Vampire Wedding

Then his lips were on hers.

Up so close, he overwhelmed her with vanilla, cinnamon, and leather as his lips pressed harder, demanded more, chased away any concerns that he wasn’t as lost in the moment as she was.

One of his hands slid behind her neck as his other arm draped around her lower back, pulling her flush against his body.

The warmth of him was nothing compared to the fire that was burning inside her as his hands moved down her back, sinking into her ass, pulling her against his need as a whimper escaped her.

“It was always real for me,” he murmured against her lips before claiming them again, kissing her hard and long, until she felt tingly all over, until the need was a coiled ache in her core again.

Victor’s arm tightened around her, bringing her with him as he lay down onto the ground under the willow.

Reaching between them, he pulled her skirt up, allowing him to roll over her, to settle between her thighs.

Pandora’s fingers dug into his shoulder as her legs wrapped around his hips just before he bore down on her, dragging his hard length against the material of her pan­ties, making a deep moan work its way out of her.

Her hands were greedy then, yanking at his jacket until it was on the ground beside him, before pushing his buttons through the loops, exposing his skin inch by delicious inch.

Victor went up on his knees to take off his shirt, giving Pandora a lovely view for a short moment before he moved over her again.

Her hands met the bare skin of his back and suddenly her own dress was feeling too hot, tight, restrictive.

As if hearing her own thoughts, Victor rolled to his side, taking her with him. Then, anchoring his arm around her hips, he rolled her over him, then pushed up to sitting, forcing her onto her knees at the sides of his legs.

He said nothing then as his hands started to slide her skirt up, letting the night air kiss her skin little by little. Just this once, though, Pandora didn’t need him to say what he was thinking, what he was feeling; it was all there right on his face.

The heat.

The hunger.

The need.

But beneath that, something that had her heart feeling full to bursting.

Just as she placed it for what it was, though, Victor lifted her dress up off her arms, leaving her in nothing but a pair of barely-there panties.

A shiver of anticipation moved through her as Victor let out a deep breath, his gaze moving over her.

His fingers landed at her ribs then slowly drifted up, teasing over her stomach, then upward to cup one of her breasts.

A soft, mewling sound escaped Pandora as his hand tightened, then released before his thumb and forefinger found the tightened point and began to roll.

Her hips rocked down against him again, the ache in her core too strong to ignore.

A low groan escaped him at the feel of her grinding against him.

His other hand moved up, teasing her other nipple as she kept writhing against him, kept driving herself up, too needy to pretend to be anything else.

It was the brush of his soft hair on her skin that had her slowing down. Then his tongue was on her, teasing over the sensitive point until her head was thrown back and she was arching into the sensations.

He sucked it into his mouth, making her groan fill the quiet night air for a moment before his tongue and teeth toyed with her.

He moved across her chest, dragging out the sweet torment.

Then, suddenly, he was rolling her under him once again, his welcome weight pressing her into the cool, soft grass.

Her thighs wrapped around him, her heels digging into his ass, holding him tightly against her as her hips rocked.

Victor’s lips claimed hers again. Harder. Hungrier.