4 ~ The Inevitable Climax

We had spent the rest of the day with coffee in bed, slow kisses that turned into nothing more than holding each other, like we were both afraid the spell would break if we moved too fast.

But now the air felt charged again. 

Victor had been watching me all evening with that steady, predatory look, the one that made my skin prickle and my cock thicken before he even touched me.

He stood by the fireplace, shirt unbuttoned to the navel, sleeves rolled, the firelight licking over the silver at his temples and the dark hair on his chest. In his hand dangled a...