Goosebumps peppered my skin as Victor skimmed his hand up my propped leg, from the top of my boot to my mid-thigh. He let out a shaky breath at the touch. He took my hand in his other one and placed soft kisses up the underside of my arm from the wrist to my bicep.
His hand left my thigh and gripped my hair, tugging my head back to reveal my neck. He leaned down and moved his lips to my collarbone. I moaned to the ceiling, gently cradling his face with my hands. He whispered in between kisses, moving further up my neck with each one:
"Your ability" Kiss. "is the key." Kiss. "I need you, MC."
His lips had reached my cheek. With his hand still gripping my hair, he pulled me into an eager kiss, quickly turning it into a heavy makeout. I moaned against his mouth, allowing myself to feel the immense pleasure of his lips on mine.
With a growl, he picked me up and placed me on his lap. I straddled him on the desk while he supported my ass. I removed his top hat and placed it on my own head, earning a soft look from him. I wrapped my hands behind his neck and forced my lips back onto his, grinding against the outline of his already hard cock beneath his trousers.
He broke the kiss and put his forehead to mine, still moving my hips against himself for me. "I must have you, MC. Please..." he whispered.
I dragged his coat down off of his shoulders and ripped apart his button-up shirt that lay below. "Fuck me, Victor..." I whispered before bringing my lips down to his neck.
He lifted me up and walked us over to the wide couch in the center of the room, gently placing me on my back. His gentleness ceased, however, when he ripped open my pantyhose at the crotch. I could see his eyes glisten in the candlelight as night continued to fall outside.
He sat up on his knees, staring down at me below him. I took this moment to drink him in as well. He had a rather toned body, I couldn't resist running my fingertips down from his collarbone to the slightly visible 'V' at his pelvis. His chest was littered with scars.
While he fucked me with his eyes, I maneuvered my arms out of the sleeves of my dress as well as my bra straps. I slid the top of my dress down to just below my sternum, my bra going with it. I gemmed at the cool air in the room.
Without releasing me from his stare, he began fiddling with the buckle of his belt above me. I grinded against the air, almost as a knee-jerk reaction to the sight. Victor Rookwood was about to conquer me.
And I wanted it.
He slid his length from his zipper. I bit my lower lip and gave a low groan. Perhaps Garreth was average after all because Victor was about the same size as him.
Terrifyingly substantial.
Victor grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head onto the couch. He held them with just one of his colossal hands, the other moving down to my center. He slipped a finger between my skin and my panties, sliding the pink fabric to the side. He drew a sharp breath, mouth slightly agape at the view of my slit.
He took a moment to drag his fingertip along the crevices, spreading my wetness around the surrounding skin. He stared so intently, one would think he was attempting to memorize every detail. He took that finger into his mouth, tasting my juices. He positioned his head back upright and closed his eyes while tasting.
"The extract of an ancient magic weaver... it's sweeter than a honeysuckle, fresher than glacial water." He looked back down at me. "Do you have any idea how extraordinary you truly are..."
His free hand took hold of his length, giving it a few strokes before positioning it at my entrance. The initial stretch gave way for him before the deeper stretch locked him in.
My eyes enlarged, a scream escaping my lips. My vision was pure ice blue this time, not a hint of fogginess. My veins brisked while pumping my magic through them at record speed.
He moved his free hand down to my throat, giving it a tender squeeze. The feeling brought me back to him in the dark room, my head aching at the sudden change in light. His pumps were so deep, I was officially paralyzed. I tried to moan at the ridges of his cock, but his grip on my throat was tight enough to prevent any noise from escaping me.
"We are destined for greatness together, MC..." he began to whisper, exhaling each thrust.
"Your strength will know no limits, darling. I will make sure of it. I will ensure your rightful place on wizardkind's throne, right next to mine..."
He released my throat and moved his hand to cradle the back of my neck, the other still pinning my wrists above me. I let out a soft exhale of relief at the air intake. "V...Victor..." I whispered. He leaned down to my lips, resting his chest atop mine. The contact against my breasts made us both shiver. I responded by wrapping my legs around his back.
God, I wanted him for life.
"Marry me, MC. I can't do it without you..." He let out a soft moan of pleasure at his continuous thrusting, indicating his approaching climax.
"Be my wife." His whisper was deafening.
My breath hitched at his proposal. I couldn't hear myself think. All I could feel was his ridges and all I could smell was the familiar scent of ginger and vanilla. At this moment, he was no doubt my future. Mrs. MC Rookwood.
"Y-yes, please," I managed to say around his thrusts.
He growled with satisfaction and pulled out of me, flipping me over. He grabbed my hips, bringing me up on all fours before him. He plunged back inside me and curled his fingers around my hair at the back of my head. His more tender side had disappeared. He pushed the side of my face down into the fabric of the couch and held my wrists behind my back with his other hand.
Victor Rookwood was officially fucking me.
It wasn't even thrusting this time. Or pounding, for that matter. He was hammering into me, hitting my sweet spot every time. I was able to scream my intense pleasure now.
"M-more!"
The slapping sounds echoed in the study and my cheek began to burn at the continuous friction against the velvet of the couch. His grip around my hair was tightening. He was getting close.
But I couldn't hold out any longer. Being dominated by such a man, an actual grown man, thrilled the fuck out of me. He could have all of me.
After a few more taps at my sweet spot, I clenched around his length. My eyes fluttered and I saw stars.
He groaned at my clenching and slipped himself out of me, allowing himself to come undone onto the skin of my ass cheek. He used his finger to spread it around to my folds before giving me a hard spank.
He placed his now-soiled fingertips in front of my face. I took them into my mouth and sucked them clean. He moved my panties back into place, forcing his cum to become detained against me beneath them.
"Keep my essence on you. Let it drip, if it must. You're mine now."
Holy fuck. Garreth had nothing on him.
Victor Rookwood officially owned me.
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Velvet Whispers | Sebastian Sallow
أدب الهواةVictor Rookwood is back - and he's more dangerous than ever. Despite what MC thought, she never truly defeated him. Rookwood wasn't killed; he was merely weakened, slipping into the shadows to rebuild his forces. Now, he's returned with a single goa...
