I hadn’t touched her since our tryst in Valhalla’s library, but all I wanted in that moment was to see those eyes darken with pleasure again. To feel the softness of her body pressed against mine and hear her breathy little cries when she climaxed against me. My blood pounded in my ears. The breeze from the vents grew hotter, the air thicker. The electricity from dinner returned and stretched the moment into one long, perfect thread of tension. “We should go to sleep,” Vivian breathed. There was a slight shake in her voice. “It’s late.” “Agreed.” For a suspended moment, neither of us moved.
...more
