Page 117 of My Big Fat Vampire Wedding

Then he was moving with her, grinding down into her writhing movements, increasing the pressure, the friction, as his lips muffled her frantic whimpers.

“Victor, please,” she whimpered, looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, finding his just as intense.

But he didn’t pull back just enough to free himself, to slide inside her and give her relief from the pressure in her lower stomach. No, he went back on his knees, running his fingers up her skin, then pressing against the material between her thighs.

Pandora arched off of the ground with a moan at the feel. But the touch was fleeting, leaving her as soon as it found her, as he reached back for her ankles, pulling them forward, and pressing her knees into her chest.

He reached down and grabbed the material of her pan­ties, drawing them down her thighs, over her calves, then off her feet, tossing them to the side with her dress.

A shiver ran through her as his fingers teased back up her thigh. This time, when he touched her, it was without the barrier.

His thumb teased up her cleft to find her clit, rocking gently side to side as two of his fingers slipped down and slid inside her in one languid stroke.

She nearly shattered apart right then.

The feel of his fingers, the look in his eyes, the rumbling sound that moved through him.

But then his fingers were stroking inside her, slowly building speed and pressure as Victor’s breath got faster and more ragged.

Her own hand moved down, sliding over his lap to find his hard length straining against the material of his trousers, then stroking her palm around the head at the same tempo as his fingers were teasing her.

That seemed to undo him.

His fingers left her and she was helpless to stop the whimpered objection that escaped her, at the loss when she’d been so close.

But then his hands were moving toward his own trousers, working the material down and off.

The needy ache between Pandora’s thighs intensified at the sight of him naked before her. At his hard length proving he was just as far gone as she felt.

Her hand moved out again, closing around him, stroking him until he pushed her hand away, pinning it on the ground above her head as his weight came down on her again.

“Yes,” she whimpered at the feel of him against her cleft, rocking, but refusing to press inside her as his lips claimed her again.

With his weight balanced on the one arm above their heads, his free hand moved up her side, closing around her breast, squeezing. Harder this time, almost to the point of pain, dragging another ragged groan from her as her hips started to writhe more restlessly against his slow, steady rocks.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take another second of anticipation, Victor’s lips left hers as he pushed up to look down at her.

Then, his gorgeous green eyes watching her, his hips shifted back and she felt him pressing against her for a moment, then surging inside.

Her gasp of pleasure mixed with his as he slid deep inside her in one long stroke, making her thighs clamp to the sides of his hips and her walls tighten hard around him.

They stayed just like that for a moment, adjusting to the sensation, to the connection, and just then, somewhere in the distance, a clock chimed midnight.

It was the day of their wedding.

But then the need overtook them completely, leaving her hips writhing and her fingernails digging into his hips as he started to move inside her.

It was slow and sweet at first, but, as their pleasure grew, as the need for release built, they both moved together more quickly.

Her moans mingled with his ragged breaths as the two of them rushed toward that cliff, then flew over and crashed in unison.

Pandora’s body shook as Victor tensed, and their moans mingled together as the pleasure overtook them completely.

And as their connection deepened, the night drew its curtain around them, shielding whispered promises and vows too sacred for daylight.

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“You need to get up!” Lucy said, slamming the door to Pandora’s room.