Her Possessive Valentine (PROJECT VALENTINE)

Chapter 10

10

HANA

“ S eeing the world, huh?” I grab Vance’s wrists and pin them above his head.

“From one hotel bed to the next.” Vance snickers, finishing my joke perfectly, word for word.

Okay. Having it happen a few times is one thing, but I swear Vance can read my mind. Then again, if I’m really going to look into the mystical for my answer to how he knows what I’m thinking at all times, maybe this is what happens when you find your soulmate.

So tuned in body, mind, and spirit, we’re linked as one.

“I really like this one.” I start grinding my hips against his throbbing manhood.

Knowing we’d end up here, I started teasing him on the ride from the airport. A few “fumbled” hand movements that grazed his cock, accompanied by naughty glances, batting my eyelashes, and nibbling my lip, and I had him right where I wanted him.

Well, now, I have him right where I want him. On his back, me sitting on his lap, and feeling his girth trying to break free from his boxers, hands above his head and unable to pull away.

The closest to heaven I’ve ever come.

“Japan’s known for their luxuries,” Vance says from below, craning his neck upwards for a kiss. I indulge his want, kissing him tenderly on the lips. “Incredibly soft cotton sheets, the most comfortable pillows you can rest your head upon, and let’s not forget, beds that don’t squeak.”

“We’ll see about that.” I release one of his wrists and start trailing it down his body. “This bed hasn’t had us in it yet, and we’ve been known to break a few.”

Adjusting my hips upward to create an opening between our bodies, I let my hand slide along the waistband of his boxers. His body jerks and stiffens as my fingertips graze the base of his cock, and he looks at me with an adorable smile plastered over his otherwise rugged face.

“You make a compelling argu—” A heft moan cuts him off when I tighten my grip around his waistband and pull them downward.

“Oh, sorry, what was that?” I tease, lowering myself onto his manhood again, and it’s my turn to squeak out a lusty sound when my panties collide with veiny, throbbing thickness.

Vance doesn’t say a word, unable to think about any witty retorts, with his mind focused on one thing. The hand I release from my grip flies down his body, but before he can get the satisfaction of a touch, I grab it and pin it right back in place.

“Nuh-uh.” I shake my head at him and start grinding my pussy against his cock. “This is my show. You’re not going to interrupt me.” Even I’m surprised I could get a full sentence out without the intoxicating pleasure from below interrupting me.

I stretch one of my hands as far as it will go to hook both of his wrists. Had he actually wanted freedom, I wouldn’t be able to do much to stop him. From the base of my palm all the way to my fingertips, I only just engulf both wrists. But Vance has no intention of stopping me. He keeps his hands in place while my newly freed one travels back to where it came from.

“I’m yours to command.” His body flexes against my fingertips, tickling his naked abdomen.

“Good boy,” I say with a wicked sense of gleeful power, grabbing hold of his cock at the base.

He chokes out a moan, shooting forward, and his face connects with my breasts. His tongue instantly slithers out of his mouth and finds the pointy bead of my nipple, flicking against it with sharp, hard lashings.

I snap my head to the ceiling. This isn’t what I had in mind when I took control, but there’s no way I’m going to stop him. Then again, I wonder if he’ll have any control of his mouth when I…

Keeping his manhood in a firm grip, I slowly lower myself onto it. I keep descending until I’ve buried every last inch he has to offer inside me.

Oh fuck.

We’ve done this so many times, and yet every time feels like the first. Tingling warmth explodes through my body, drowning me in unholy desire. Warmth emanates in my core, feeling him twitch inside me, made better by how severely he fills me up. There’s barely any room left, and every micro-movement feels like he’s bashing against my walls.

A weak, muttering whimper escapes me, but it intensifies as I start to rock my hips up and down, side to side, back and forth. Before I realize it’s happening, I’m riding Vance like a bucking bronco.

Heavy, husky breaths erupt out of him and tickle the wet spot he left on my nipple. I slide my hand under his chin and bring his face up to mine, locking our mouths in an intense, fiery kiss to rival the actions from below.

Vance starts bucking his hips to meet my bouncing, slamming the enormous hunk of meat inside of me. He catches one of my moans in his mouth and releases it with one of his own as he flops backward onto the bed.

“Ah, fuck, Hana,” he roars into the void of our otherwise dead-quiet hotel room. “You’re so fuck … I’m so … Jesus Christ.”

A grin breaks across my face. I know what those words mean. And it’s not what he’s saying but how he says it. The panicked rasp in his tone, the way his body squirms, and his breathing get replaced by feral growls.

“That’s right, baby,” I say in a sultry whisper. “Come for me. Fill me up with your hot, sticky seed.”

Dirty talk comes so naturally when it’s directed at Vance. The filthy things my mind conjures to tip him over the edge. And God, how he loves it. There’s no restraint left in him when I say those words. He starts spasming in uncontrollable throes of orgasmic bliss.

With a deep raw that rumbles straight from his core, he finds his release. I give him a second to catch his breath, then crumble forward onto him, kissing and nibbling his lower lip.

Sometimes, it still feels like I’m living in a dream around him. Hopelessly floating from one cloud to the next, incapable of making heads or tails of how we ended up here.

But there’s one thing I’m always sure about, and it’s that Vance Valentine is the perfect man. My perfect man.

And I can’t be happier knowing I get to spend the rest of my life with him at my side.