Even around that single finger she was rather tight, untouched as this part of Victoria had been up until this night.

She arched up against him, pressing as much of her own skin as she could against his, nails scraping gently over his back as she gasped and her eyes flew wide open in surprise and perhaps a tiny bit of pain, but not so much that it lessened the pleasure.

Anyone but Victoria would probably have been somewhat shocked by how gentle and patient the monster of depravity was being, but she could never have imagined him any different.