“Don’t cry,” Victor whispers to me, using his thumbs to brush the tears from my cheeks. “I’m sorry,” I murmur, shaking my head and looking down at his chest. “I’m just so…I want to be done – I want to go home – I want to take our boys home and start to live our lives again -”“I know, sweetheart,”
We only walk a short distance before I hear it. “Oh!” I exclaim, my eyes going wide, suddenly excited. “Oh, I get it!” I laugh, my heart suddenly eager for it.“Do you know where we are?” he asks, preening a little at the cleverness of his idea. “Yes!” I say, rushing ahead and pulling him along. “
Victor reaches out a hand, snatching me as soon as I come in within his reach and dragging me through the water to him. I laugh as he pulls me against him, delighted at the feeling of being weightless, of being drawn close to him so effortlessly. Victor tucks a hand behind my back, pulling me again
“Oh!” I shout, my voice falsely appalled – “a hottie! He thinks he’s a hottie now, everyone!” “Who are you talking to,” he murmurs then, still laughing, close enough to the falls now that they pound just behind him, enveloping us in the mist. “No one can hear you but me.”“The magic,” I murmur back
I murmur my mate’s name as I pull him close, feeling his growl reverberate in his chest as I hold him against me. Suddenly I can’t get him near enough to me, wanting to feel every inch of his skin pressed against mine. Victor apparently feels the same, clutching me with one arm as he spreads the fin
And without another word, he lowers his mouth to press his tongue languidly against that precise spot at the peak of my thighs, giving my ass another reverberating smack as he does so. My head falls back, my mouth open, at the sudden intensity of the dual sensations. The sharp sting of his hand comb
“Fuck, Evelyn,” Victor groans, burying his head against my shoulder as I press him to me, my hips bucking against the length of him inside of me. “Fuck.” And then he’s moving faster, thrusting into me with a feral demand, my own hips matching his every pulse. I clutch my legs around him, leaning my
“Hey,” I whisper, raising a gentle hand to his face. “Time to wake up, handsome.”Victor goes still for a second and then frowns, not opening his eyes. “No,” he decides, bruskly turning his head away. “No. More sleep. Never getting up.”I laugh a little and rest my chin on his chest, smiling up at h