36| French and others

Contains sexual scenes

Victor sat at the dining room table tapping his foot with irritation, the phone call he had received yesterday was not good news. Frank Brennan had managed to escape and this made Victor want to murder each man that worked for him. Grace had noticed his mood even though he didn't say anything, the murderous glint in his eyes was enough to tell her not to step on his toes today.

"Victor I'm sorry if I upset you yesterday," She said softly after taking a bite of the breakfast she had made for them.

Victor pulled his attention away from his thoughts as he looked over at her, he would need to tell her at some point that Frank escaped but he didn't want to ruin her mood as well. He thought about the encounter Grace had yesterday and yes it didn't help his mood but it wasn't the cause.

"It's not you tesoro, it's work," He said kissing her on the head before going into the kitchen. Grace finished up her breakfast before cleaning up their dishes while Victor took a shower. She wanted him to be fully present but she knew that it wouldn't happen, she knew it on their wedding night and she knew it now. This was what the rest of their lives would be like. She felt bad for Victor most of all, his life revolved around his work and that was it, he had no choice in the matter.

Much like the day before, Victor and Grace spent the day exploring Cannes, it didn't take much for Grace to fall in love with the town, a small part of her wished they could just stay here forever. Victor held her hand as they walked the streets, he told her some interesting facts, and probably her favorite part of all of it was when he'd speak French to the local shop vendors. He once told Grace that he spoke many languages and she'd be lying if she said Victor speaking French didn't cause heat to stir within her.

"Victor?" She said climbing onto his lap after they'd gotten home and decided to lounge on the sun loungers out by the deck, watching the sunset behind the ocean.

"Grace?" He raised a dark brow gripping her hips

"When did you learn to speak French?" She asked playing with the hems of his shirt

"The same time I started learning to speak Italian" He sat up pulling her closer so that they were face to face, he couldn't resist the urge not to run his hands up the sides of her body, the bikini she wore allowing him access to her soft skin.

"Can you say something in French for me?" She asked as began kissing up her neck causing moisture to pool between her legs.

"Tu es la plus belle femme sur laquelle j'ai jamais post les yeux"

(You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on)

"Jesus" Grace breathed as she became more turned on, Victor smirked still laying kisses on her neck and moving up along her jaw adding to the pleasure "What did you say?" She asked breathlessly

"Sei la donna più bella su cui abbia mai posato gli occhi" He repeated in Italian in a low voice.

"That's not what I meant," Grace said as his lips kissed each corner of her mouth

"I know," Victor said capturing her lips with his, he kissed her with a rough urgency as his tongue entered her mouth, and she moaned softly tasting him. Victor's hands traveled up her back untying the strings of her white bikini top, letting it fall to the floor while his hands moved to her breasts gripping both of them, she moaned again as Victor pulled away from the kiss, his mouth traveled down to each breast, he kissed between them and then took his time kissing and sucking on each one of her now erect nipples while he felt himself grow hard beneath her. His lust for her consumed him, while Grace burned with lust as his mouth explored her body, she let her head roll back as she enjoyed the softness of his tongue on each of her breasts. He groaned as her hips rolled rubbing against him.

Grace wanted to explore him too, her hands moved down lifting the hems of her shirt, Victor pulled back from her allowing her to take it off before his lips met hers again, Grace traced her hands over his muscular arms to his neck and down his hard chest and abs stopping at the hem of his swimming shorts. She could feel his hardness between her legs causing a tingling feeling in her womanhood. With that Victor gripped her tightly before standing up, Grace closed her legs around his waist as he carried them inside. Not having the patience to make it to the bedroom., Victor laid her down on the couch before slipping off her panties, his green eyes looked at her, hungry for her as he moved a finger through her slit.

"You're absolutely soaking tesoro" He smirked

"It's completely your fault," Grace said in a breathless whisper before Victor inserted his middle finger inside of her making her moan.

"I don't mind taking the blame for that" Victor smirked as Grace began lowering his shorts, his finger moved rhythmically in and out of her causing moans to escape her lips. Without warning, he removed his finger making Grace whimper with disappointment. He pulled her up so that she sat on her knees before taking his place behind her. Moving her hair, he kissed her shoulder up to her neck while his right hand reached over to her front and he began moving his fingers gently in circles around her clit, causing Grace's whole body to heat with pleasure. She could feel herself building as he moved, teasing her with the tip of him at her entrance.

"Victor" She moaned his name breathlessly

"Sì, amore?" He smiled against her skin

"Why are you torturing me?" She asked as her hand moved behind her head tangling her fingers into his hair.

"I've spent months waiting to have you, tesoro," He said in his deep voice causing the hair on Grace's neck to rise

"I'm sorry" She moaned

"I bet you are," Victor said pushing himself into her making her gasp before pulling out completely

"Victor" She whined "this isn't fair"

"You're right," He said pushing into her again and then pulling out.

Grace's body craved him, she needed more and what he was doing, the way he was teasing her, had her ready to break down in tears. His fingers still moved gently around her swollen bud intensifying the pleasure.

"Please" She begged

"What do you want tesoro?" He asked sucking on the skin of her neck and making her moan out loud.

"You," She said breathlessly as she felt her pleasure building up more and more as Victor's hand continued.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked in a low seductive voice that almost made her reach her peak. She nodded her head eagerly "Say it" He whispered into her ear making her moan once more.

"I want you to fuck me," She said as she felt Victor at her entrance.

Victor smiled to himself "as you wish Mrs. Bernardi" He said as he pushed himself into her, Grace let out a pleasureful scream as he filled her. He gave her a moment to adjust before doing it again, harder this time. Grace had never felt anything so good, pain and pleasure mixing but never quite overpowering the other. He pushed into her again and again while his fingers still moved around her clit, the sensation filling her to the brim so much so that she felt as though she might implode. Victor could feel the way her walls quivered around him as he fucked her harder and harder, his left hand holding her around the waist while his lips kissed her skin, sucking and biting as he went along all adding to the sensation Grace felt within her. Her moans turned into screams as his name left her lips. He could feel her begging for release as he pushed himself deep into her, her tightness putting him right at the edge of his own release. Harder, he pumped into her feeling her body tremble, her head rolled back on his shoulder as she moaned feeling herself come undone as he claimed her. With another hard thrust and the scream of Victor's name leaving her lips, the floodgates released and Grace came, making Victor groan as her walls tightened around him and he felt the juices of her orgasm drench him, he couldn't hold on any longer, with another hard thrust he felt his pleasure overflow, spilling over inside of her.