Oliver's POV
I wished to scream and tell her I was Oliver, but when Victoria made the initiative to kiss me, I turned into a wild beast and kissed her back with hunger. I devoured her mouth, and it seemed like her kiss was like water in a desert, rain in a prolonged drought, and I grunted as she moaned as we kissed.
I couldn't get enough of her. I wanted to have her and buried myself hard inside her, but I didn't want Victoria to have regrets later; I would let her decide if she wanted more than just a kiss.
I didn't know how long we kissed each other, and we became breathless after I released her mouth. The lighted candles illuminated her flushed face as she looked at me with desire in her beautiful eyes.
"Owen, can we play a game?" She asked, and I furrowed my forehead, confused as to why she suddenly wanted to play a game.
"What kind of game do you want to play, Victoria?" I asked without taking my eyes away from her face.
