I WANT TO FEEL THIS TOMORROW
Victor’s hand found mine beneath the bar, pulling me toward the narrow staircase and leading me upstairs. The dim light of The Oily Cat faded behind us, replaced by the quiet hush of the private room. Victor closed the door with a soft click, and the silence wrapped around us.
His fingers slid along my jaw, tracing a slow path down my neck, that sent a jolt of heat straight to my core.
I tipped my head back without thinking, as his mouth followed the path his hand had drawn.
Each careful kiss was a spark, igniting the fire that had been building inside me all night, the tight coil of tension, frustration, and raw hunger unraveling with every breath.
His fingers lingered at the laces of my corset, thumbs brushing faint warmth along the exposed skin of my back, pausing there, as though he were deciding whether to let me fall apart or hold me together a moment longer.
When at last he loosened the corset, it wasn’t sudden.
It unraveled in careful increments, each release of pressure pulling something loose inside me, like my composure had been tied to every knot.
I felt it give, felt myself soften beneath his hands, even as I stood there still trying to pretend I wasn’t affected at all.
He turned me toward him then, his gaze darkening with desire as he sank to his knees.
His fingers slipped beneath the folds of my skirt, ghosting over the soft, damp skin of my inner thigh, teasing the lace of my stockings, and pulling at their delicate seams before I caught his hand.
“Don’t bother with all that slow, gentle shit tonight,” I said. “I don’t want the tease, I don’t want the romance, I want you to fuck me hard and fast until I forget my name.”
His pupils dilated. “You sure?” He asked, already rising to his feet.
“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”
Whatever restraint he’d walked in with vanished.
He spun me toward the vanity, already dragging up my skirt with both hands.
I gasped, hips twitching back against him, and he groaned low against the curve of my spine as he kissed my back.
One hand held me against the vanity, bent slightly forward at the waist, while the other moved between my legs, his touch both cruel and worshipful.
He worked me open with slow, circling precision, fingers coaxing heat from me like he knew the exact tempo of my undoing.
I bit my lip to stifle the moan building in my chest.
“You’re burning for it,” he said, voice rough with hunger. “Say it.”
“I need you,” I whispered.
He moved behind me, unfastening his own trousers with one hand, the other still pressed firm to my lower back.
I felt him—hard, thick—slip between the heat of my thighs, teasing, testing, until he found that perfect slick resistance.
He entered me in one slow push, filling me inch by inch until I had to brace myself on the edge of the vanity just to stay upright.
The stretch was exquisite, deep, almost unbearable, and exactly what I’d been aching for.
He didn’t hold back. The rhythm was fast and brutal. Each thrust sent a shock wave through me, and I met him with everything I had, grinding back with ragged breaths, nails scraping across polished wood as pressure coiled tighter and tighter in my belly.
His hands roamed, firm and greedy, gripping, squeezing, claiming. His thumb pressing between my cheeks, teasing the edge of my ass. He circled there, then pushed inside, and the pressure nearly made me come undone.
A cry tore from my throat, half shock, half surrender.
“God, Victor—”
“You feel that?” He growled, thrusting deeper. “You take me so fucking well.”
I could only nod, body shaking, mouth open and useless. My thighs trembled, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. He kept one hand tight on my hip, the other still pressing in behind, pushing my limits as he drove into me harder.
I could feel myself unraveling. "I'm going to come!" I cried out.
When the climax hit, it stole my voice, only a raw, guttural sound left behind.
I clenched around him, shaking hard, every nerve in my body lit up.
Victor groaned, his rhythm faltering just long enough for me to feel him pulsing inside me, hands gripping me like I was something wild he’d barely tamed.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. Only the sound of our breath filled the space between us. The room was warm with sweat and the sweet, filthy scent of release.
Victor leaned forward, his chest against my back, lips brushing my ear.
“You needed that.” He huffed.
I smiled, slow and wicked. “You have no idea.”