A Contract Not To Fall In Love
She leaned in closer, her breath whispering against his ear.
"Victor," she whispered, her voice husky.
Victor's control was hanging by a thread. He knew he was about to snap.
Victor's patience snapped. He grasped Ivy's waist, pulling her closer. His lips crashed onto hers, claiming them in a fierce, wet kiss.
Their saliva mingled as Victor's tongue plunged into Ivy's mouth, exploring every inch. The sweetness of the ice cream still lingered on her lips, and Victor devoured it, his hunger insatiable.