Don't Stop

His other hand slid over my body, splaying over my stomach before moving higher—possessive, greedy. His palm cupped my breast, thumb circling my nipples through my dress until my breath hitched hard.

I shoved weakly at his chest. “Please, Victor. Please take me—”

“I will,” he cut in, his grip tightening around my breast until my knees went soft. “And I won’t stop until you can’t stand without me h