The shift was electric. One second Victoria was in command, silk scarf still warm with his surrender, and the next she was beneath him, pinned by his strength and his hunger.
Tommy hovered over her, his breath ragged but his eyes clear, sharp, dark with want. He cupped her face, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“You think you’re in charge, don’t you?” he whispered, lips grazing hers. “But right now… you’re mine.”
He kissed her then. Deep, savage, claiming. It wasn’t the slow torment she’d given him; it was consuming,
a kiss that stole the breath from her lungs and replaced it with him.
When he finally pulled back, he took his time. His eyes roamed her body like he was memorising it,
worshipping it. Every curve, every dip, every line of her was his to devour. His hands followed his gaze - over her shoulders, down her sides, across her thighs.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured against her collarbone, his lips grazing her skin. “Every inch of you. Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? To taste you. To own you.”
Victoria shuddered, her body arching up to him.
Slowly, deliberately, he began to undress her. The straps of her lingerie slipped from her shoulders, his fingers teasing as they revealed more of her skin. He kissed the space each strap left bare, moving lower, savouring every reveal.
Her bra came undone with maddening patience. He cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples until she gasped, then took one into his mouth, sucking hard, flicking his tongue until her moans filled the room.
He left a trail of kisses down her stomach, his voice rough between each one.
“You’re mine.”
“Every sound you make belongs to me.”
“You’re never going to want any other man’s cock inside you again .”
By the time he reached the lace between her legs, she was trembling.
He hooked his fingers under the fabric, pulling it down slow, so slow, until she was bare beneath him. He spread her thighs apart; eyes locked on the wetness glistening there. His cock twitched, but he didn’t rush.
He leaned down, his breath hot against her.
“Look at you. So ready for me. I’m going to make you scream.”
Then his tongue was on her.
Flat and firm at first, dragging from her entrance to her clit. She jolted, her hands shooting to his hair, fingers tangling in the strands. He smiled against her before licking her again, faster, harder, circling her clit until her hips bucked up to meet his mouth.
He alternated between deep strokes and teasing flicks, building her slowly, pulling desperate sounds from her throat. Every moan, every gasp, only spurred him on.
“Fuck, you taste incredible,” he growled, plunging his tongue inside her before sucking her clit between his lips.
Victoria’s body writhed beneath him, her thighs trembling, her voice breaking as the pleasure built higher and higher.
“Tommy… oh God… I—”
He didn’t let her finish. He sealed his mouth around her clit, fingers sliding inside her, curling just right, hitting that spot that made her cry out.
Her orgasm tore through her violently, overwhelming her body and mind. She screamed his name, her back arching off the bed, every nerve ending exploding with pleasure.
Tommy held her there, licking her through it, drinking down every spasm until she collapsed, shaking and undone beneath him.
When he finally pulled back, his chin glistened with her, his smile wicked. He crawled up her body, kissing her lips hard, letting her taste herself on him.
“See what happens when you give me control?” he murmured against her mouth. “That was just the beginning.”
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