Page 132 of My Big Fat Vampire Wedding

“Anything.”

“We don’t sleep in a coffin.”

“I don’t know. It sounds kind of cozy with you in it with me.”

“I’m afraid it’s a dealbreaker,” he said with warm eyes. “I’m a bit claustrophobic.”

“A big, comfy bed it is, then.”

“Sounds perfect.”

“It does,” she said. “So, are you going to kiss me or not?”

With that, his lips claimed hers.

Soft and sweet at first, then growing deeper, more intense, both of them full of the promise of forever.

Some part of Pandora was acutely aware of the store full of people, and Lucy, just feet away.

But as Victor reached over to press the lock on the door, then backed her up to her desk before bending, grabbing her legs, and dropping her onto it, she couldn’t seem to bring herself to care.

Her hands were frantic, moving over the body she’d been sure she would never get to feel again, peeling away layers of clothing that were hiding him from her.

Victor was just as needy, his hands roaming up her bellyto close over her breasts. But they were both quickly frustrated by the material blocking his touch.

Her hands went up and Victor was all too happy to slip her shirt up and off, then reach behind her to loosen the clasps of her bra.

Then his hands were closing over her, making her eyes slide shut at the long-wanted brush of his fingers on her bare skin.

“Look at me when I’m touching you,” Victor murmured, making Pandora’s belly flip-flop as her eyelids fluttered open to find him watching her with an intensity that made her heart feel like it was growing too big for her chest. “There you go,” he said as his thumb and forefinger squeezed her nipple just a little harder, the pain–pleasure mix making her whimper as she arched into the sensation, rather than away from it.

She loved Victor in all his forms, but there was something about this version of him – demanding, possessive, so close to losing control – that was making her nearly come undone as well.

Victor’s free hand went to her shoulder, pressing until she went flat across her desk – and she was sure she would never look at the big desk calendar the same again. Depending on how this went, she might need to burn the damn thing.

She stared up at him, watching his struggle to regain some of his control.

That was the last thing she wanted.

Her legs moved out, hooking around his hips and pulling him closer. The move had his lips tipping up as his fingers grazed over her ribcage, making a little shiver move through her.

He bent forward, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth, making her arch up off the desk as a moan ripped free from her.

“Shh,” he murmured, his breath warm across her breast.

Then his lips and tongue and teeth were on her again, testing her ability to keep quiet as he drove her up without even touching her where she needed it most.

It wasn’t long, though, before his fingers were working her trousers down her legs. And her panties weren’t far behind.

Then he was spreading her wide for him before leaning down and teasing her with his lips, tongue, and fingers.

There was no keeping her moans down then and his hand slid up to her mouth, muffling her cries as he drove her to that edge, then sent her flying over, her body tensing then shaking with the intensity of the orgasm as it racked her system.

As soon as she came down, he was driving her back up until she couldn’t take the anticipation anymore.

Pandora slid off the desk, reaching to free him from his trousers and underwear, then stroking him hard and fast until he was as far gone as she felt, as desperate for more as she was.

Victor grabbed her, turning her and bending her over her desk as he stepped in behind her.