Victor's eyes darkened with a primal hunger as he watched Scarlett shudder with the waves of pleasure from her orgasm.
The scent of her ecstasy filled the air, sweet and musky, mingling with the metallic taste of his own blood, still present on his skin.
His hand remained pressed firmly against the soaked silk of her panties, feeling the warmth and the faint, rhythmic pulsations from within her.
"So beautiful..." he murmured, his voice a low, possessive growl that vibrated in his core.
He could feel her writhing against nothing, her body still tense with hypersensitivity. Slowly, deliberately, he slipped his fingers under the soaked edge of her panties.
Scarlett let out a sharp, surprised gasp as he pushed the wet fabric aside. Her eyes snapped open suddenly, wide and glazed, meeting his. The cold air against her exposed, damp skin was a shock, but nothing compared to his gaze—pure, absolute possession.
