Victoire moans around his tongue, pressing it back into his mouth then, her own seeking and tasting, letting his desire for her wash through her, set her skin ablaze with heat and sensation. She laughs quietly, breathlessly at his words and murmurs to his jaw, "Toujours. Always."
Her right leg rises, knee sliding up along his thigh as his fingers move under her skirt then over first the damp knickers then her hot skin, slick with her own want. She curls one finger through his hair and lets her own head fall back with a murmur of pleasure. "Do not stop. Please."