#houseofthegnome

“Didn’t look like you missed me all that much, not with pretty boy makin’ up to you,” Victor growled, trying to restrain the urge to shred her clothes from her body and take her right up against the window where Maximoff could see.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Darcy chided, “Pietro’s just a friend. He knows I have a boyfriend.”

“Does he? Does he know I’ll rip his pretty face off for lookin’ at you sideways?”

“Victor,” she put her hands to his cheeks, made him look at her. “You’re being jealous. It’s hot as fuck, but you don’t need to be.”

“Well, I am. You’re mine.”

Her pupils blew out with lust as he growled the possessive words. “I missed you so much,” she whispered, reaching to push his coat back off his shoulders. “Show me how much you missed me, Victor…”

He lost the battle with his baser instincts and turned them around, hoisting Darcy easily up to seat her on the windowsill. Over her head, he could still see Maximoff in the distance, occasionally casting glances up at the window.

I’ll show that little asshole just what it takes to keep a woman like Darcy satisfied…

Darcy’s clothes floated to the floor in pieces as Victor tore them to shreds, though he never nicked her tender skin. His own clothes followed, equally destroyed, in his need to get them off quickly, to feel her silken skin against his again. She sobbed with joy as he lifted her ass in the air, pressing her back against the window, driving deep with one rough thrust. She was wet for him already, but tight, so tight. Victor’s eyes closed with bliss.

“Mine,” he growled, in a voice so harsh and deep it was barely even human. “You’re mine, Darcy…”

“Yes,” she agreed deliriously, digging her heels into his ass. “Take me, Victor, make me yours, ohhh, yessss!” She howled with pleasure as his hips rocked, his claws biting very lightly into her butt, not hard enough to break the skin - just enough for her to feel it.

“Mine,” he bit at her throat, careful not to pierce the flesh with his fangs. “Mine. Mine. I’m not gonna stop leaving marks until everyone knows it.” Victor glanced out of the window, smiled with triumph as he saw Pietro was no longer there.

“Yes, mark me up,” Darcy panted as Victor’s hips snapped back and forth faster, his powerful hands holding her still. “Show everyone I’m yours OHHHHH!” her scream as she came was loud enough that Victor suspected everyone in the facility had heard it.

Especially since the door was still open. Not that he gave a shit. Anyone stupid enough to look into the room after hearing noises like that fully deserved an eyeful.

“Good girl,” he praised, carrying Darcy, still wrapped tightly around him, through to the bedroom; easing her down to the bed still buried deep inside her. “That was just the start. Be at least tomorrow before I’m through sayin’ a proper hello.”

She moaned ecstatically as he eased his thumb in between them, teasing the tip of his claw over her clit with incredible delicacy. “The only thing that makes up for you going away,” she slurred out, “is the incredibly good fucking I always get when you get home.”

Victor grinned, his fangs showing, grinding his hips in a tight little circle. “You’re so perfect, my Darcy girl. So beautiful.”

She arched up, heels pulling on the backs of his thighs, breasts bouncing with every rough thrust. He gave in to the urge to lean down and bit on them, too, leaving the marks of his passion all over her even though he knew nobody would ever see them.