Kissing was important. It seemed to take hardly any time at all to progress from kissing to ripping each other's clothes off. They were passionate and slightly frantic while the made love the first time, the second being much more slow and gentle.
Victor fell asleep next to Kat, feeling full, sated, and perfectly blissful.
He woke up as dawn broke, and when he didn't recognise his surroundings he instantly panicked. He cried out and scrambled backwards tumbling right out of the bed. Oh god, he was being held captive again. He had been drugged and dragged somewhere. He just knew it.