Page 138 of My Big Fat Vampire Wedding

Victor shrugged out of his shirt, put on the thin linen shirt she handed him, then, with one deep breath, climbed into the lake.

She watched as he went under the water, then emerged the way fans always wanted to happen in film and TV, but were never blessed with.

But there Pandora was.

Graced with her very own Mr. Darcy climbing out of the lake and making his way toward her.

“Everything you were hoping for?” he asked, looking a little blue in the lips.

“And more.” She pulled him down for a kiss. Long and deep. Until the heat was thrumming through them both.

“Go ahead,” Victor murmured when he felt her lips on his neck, kissing down toward the pulse point as her fangs started to elongate, begging for a nip.

She didn’t need more than that.

They’d learned many months ago that they both enjoyed when she gave in to her impulses, when she let her teethnip his skin, when her tongue laved over the small beads that appeared on his skin.

A soft whimper escaped her, mingling with his groan.

With that, Victor grabbed her and pulled her up off her feet. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding on tight, feeling the cool and wet soak through her clothes by the time they got back to their room, where he lowered her down onto the soft rug in front of the warm fire.

Her hands reached to pull the soaked linen shirt off of Victor’s body. Hers followed.

Victor leaned down, his wet hair dripping onto her skin as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, making her arch off of the carpet and deeper into his mouth.

His tongue thrashed and his teeth grazed until the warmth of desire sparked and caught fire, burning through her until she was grabbing at his trousers, yanking them down his hips, then closing her hand around his length.

Victor’s eyes closed as she stroked him.

But then he pulled her up onto her knees, before sitting up and positioning her over him.

As she lowered down, his face pressed between her breasts then moved upward, planting kisses up her chest, over her collarbone, up the side of her neck, before sealing his lips to hers.

He drew her down onto his lap and a whimper escaped her as his hardness rocked against her.

Pandora lifted up, then lowered down on him, letting out a little gasp as he filled her.

Victor’s hands sank into her hips, guiding her movements until she took over, riding him harder and faster as the need grew, until she was burying her face in his neck, her fangs nipping into his flesh, his taste bursting acrossher tastebuds as the orgasm soared through the both of them.

They stayed there after, warm and happy.

Until Victor suggested they grab another of her books and read until they both fell asleep.

“Have I mentioned how happy I am to spend eternity with you?” she asked, rolling on top of Victor to smile down at him, her hair falling like a curtain around the two of them. They’d discussed the possibility of Victor being turned one day. But, you know, sometime down the road. There was certainly no rush.

“You may have mentioned it a time or two,” he said, his eyes as warm as his smile, as he reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear. “But I could listen to you say it for the next thousand years.”

“Forever?” she asked.

He kissed her. “Forever.”