Victor rose up, his hands under her hips, positioning her as he plundered her, so he could watch her squirm on the sheets. Sweet Caroline, enjoy every moment. Every drive of his s*x into her body carried his love. Every thrust seemed to coax new spasms from her until the hot, wet clenching of her s*x stimulated Victor beyond his ability to hold back. With a groan, he gave her his own release.
Then he rolled to his side, sliding out of her body and pulling her tight into his arms. She cuddled against him.
He brushed his hand over her cheek. “There are so many things I need to say to you, I don’t even know where to start,” he told her.
“You don’t have to,” she insisted.
“I’m sorry. I overreacted.”
She shook her head. “You didn’t. It really was that terrible.”
His lips compressed. “Yes.
