Page 71 of My Big Fat Vampire Wedding

She was just so hungry.

What was taking Lucy so long?

“You’re trembling,” Victor said, suddenly reaching for her, pulling her flush against his chest and wrapping her up tight. “Oh, you’re freezing.” His hands started to chafe over her skin, trying to bring some warmth to her. “Pandy, everything is going to be all right,” he said as she let herself lean into him, letting out a little whimper at the sound of the nickname on his lips.

She knew she should feel guilty for accepting his comfort when she was mostly upset about wanting more from him. And, yes, maybe the fact that she really needed to feed.

But she let him run his hands all over her, meaning to warm her up and succeeding. She felt like a wildfire was raging through her.

Before she could talk herself out of it, her hands were sliding up his chest, the sides of his neck, framing his face and pulling him down toward her.

She saw the confused pinch to his brows, but he let her close the distance, let her lips claim his.

For a moment, she was worried she’d overstepped, that he wasn’t interested.

But then his hand slid up her spine to grab the back of her neck, tilting her a bit as he claimed her lips more fiercely, until she felt it down to her toes.

A low moan escaped her as Victor pressed her back intothe wall, his body warming hers, his tongue teasing the seam of her lips, then claiming hers as the desire grew.

She had to ball her fists to keep from grabbing his shirt and peeling it off. But just as she was about to give in to the need, it was Victor’s hands that slid down her back, sinking into her ass and pulling her more firmly against him.

If there was any question of his desire for her, for this, it was erased at the feel of his hard length against her own need.

A long moan escaped her, making a rumbling sound move through Victor. It vibrated into her own chest, bringing with it a little shiver of need.

Pandora couldn’t stop herself from shimmying her hips against him, a move that had his hands digging into her flesh a little harder.

His teeth nipped her lower lip as his fingers started rucking up the fabric of her skirt, drawing it up inch by inch, letting the air kiss her exposed skin.

Once he had the skirt up high enough, he fisted the material at one of her hips with one hand, then allowed his other to tease up the skin at the side of her exposed thigh.

A needy tremble coursed through her as his touch whispered upward, tracing the barely-there edge of her panties across her upper thigh.

Victor’s lips pulled from hers, his heavy-lidded gaze holding hers as his fingers suddenly pressed between her thighs.

Pandora’s head fell back, the moan escaping her as her hips rocked against his touch, begging for more.

That rumbling sound moved through Victor’s chestagain, pleased by her reaction, by the desire he felt beneath his fingers.

Pandora’s fingers dug into his shoulders as her hips did another involuntary rock against his touch.

She whimpered. “Victor, please.”

Heat flashed across Victor’s eyes as his fingers pressed in again. Once. Twice.

Frustrated with the barrier, Victor’s hand shifted up, slipping under the waistband of her panties, then sliding beneath.

The feel of his touch against her bare skin had her thighs shaking. In pleasure. In the anticipation of more.

Victor’s finger slid up her cleft, finding her clit and working it in slow, soft circles.

Pandora’s head fell forward, her forehead to his shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent, as his finger kept working her, kept driving her up.

She couldn’t seem to stop herself from turning her head in, from nuzzling into the pulse point on his neck, feeling the frantic thud of his own desire as he continued to tease her.

Her fangs felt longer, thicker.

Her tongue flicked out, teasing the spot where she felt his heart beating. And maybe she let her teeth graze his skin, just a scrape of the sharp edges, regardless of how strongly her body was screaming for her to press in, to nip, to taste.