"What are you waiting for?" Victoria whispered, her voice low and already unsteady. "Take me, Alex. Claim all of it."
The hunger in it was plain. She lay back against his pillows with her legs parted, amber light catching the wet shine between her thighs, and her eyes stayed on him, impatient, dark, no longer pretending she could wait. One hand rested on her own thigh, holding herself open for him.
Alex looked at her and smiled, slow and satisfied.
He was already over her. The belt hung open where her hands had left it, the trousers still caught at his hips. He pushed them the rest of the way down, kicked them off the side of the bed, and let them fall without looking where they landed. His cock stood thick and heavy between them, already wet at the tip, and Victoria's breath caught as she watched him.
"Impatient, aren't we," he said, the smirk still on his mouth.
