Victor's eyes cracked open at that little hiss, and he looked at her. At that moment, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and he might have whispered something to that effect; he felt so united with her that it was a little hard to tell what he was saying and what he was just feeling.

He kissed her again, then.

He was slow and more than a little awkward as he began to move his hips, trying to find the rhythm that would work for them both.