Chapter Thirteen #2
The warmth of his hands on me spread like an uncontrollable fire.
I sucked in a breath as his teeth grazed across my neck, pleasure shooting through me.
His hand fisted my hair, tugging my head back so he could kiss along my jaw, then back down my neck.
His lips hovered over my scar, planting kisses along the jagged mark.
“Valen,” I panted. “I need you.” My hands weaved in his hair, loving how soft the strands were.
“You have me, little lamb,” he whispered against my lips, claiming my mouth for another kiss that stole my breath away.
“Please, Valen. Please fuck me,” I breathed, the plea spilling out of me.
“Fuck.” His low rumble vibrated against me. “I wanted to go slow with you, Seraphine. Gentle. Take my time.”
I pulled back, searching his face. He was serious. The realization only spurred me on, and I ground against his hard cock. The resolve was leaving his face as I pressed against him. “I don’t want slow. Or gentle. I want you to fuck me like I’m yours.”
He growled and flipped us over in one fluid motion so that I was flat on my back on the table. He pinned my hands over my head with one of his larger ones. “Is this what you want? You want to be at my mercy? You want me to fuck you like the wild animal I am?”
“Oh, God, yes,” I whimpered.
He froze. “Fuck, the condoms are in the cabin.” We both glanced at our pile of snow gear on the floor, then at the door.
“I’m on the pill.” I arched my back, trying to get his focus back on me. “And I’m clean.”
“I’m clean too. When I got out, I got tested for everything known to man.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” I panted. “Fuck me.”
His eyes darkened as they searched my face. I could tell the second something in him changed, his movements becoming animalistic as he ripped off my jeans and then his.
“Look at this pretty little cunt,” he rasped, stroking my pussy. “So fucking wet for me, little lamb.”
My thighs trembled as he settled between them, spreading my legs wide. He was breathtakingly stunning as he hovered over me, working his fingers in and out of my pussy.
“Valen,” I shuddered, my nails digging into his hand that had me pinned. “Please.”
“Begging like such a good girl, Seraphine.” There was a possessiveness in his tone that only made me want to beg more. At this point, I would do anything to feel him inside of me.
His fingers plunged deeper, curling just right. My back arched off the table, my legs spreading wider as the pressure started to build.
“So greedy for more,” he rasped. “So wet for me, you’re dripping all over my hand.” He pulled his hand away. My groan of frustration turned into a broken sound when he pushed his fingers into my mouth, making me taste myself.
His snarl was feral as he released my hands and gripped me under my thighs, spreading my legs so wide it bordered on pain.
The hard length of his cock pressed against my core, but he didn’t fuck me just yet.
He stroked his cock against my pussy, coating himself in my juices, sliding just the tip in, but never fully.
My body was tight with tension, and I tried to pull him closer.
“Patience.” He gave a low, wicked laugh, like he knew exactly the effect his teasing was having on me.
“Please, Valen. I need you inside me.” My voice broke, every part of me desperate for him.
He let out a deep, guttural sound as he thrust forward, burying himself inside me to the hilt in one ruthless stroke. My nails dug into his back as I cried out. I was so full of him, tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.
“So beautiful, little lamb,” he murmured against my lips, peppering kisses all over my face.
The pain was replaced with something more pleasurable, more hungry. A tear spilled down my cheek, and he licked it up, his tongue warm. The gentleness of him wrecked me even more. “So fucking tight,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against mine.
I moaned, the possessiveness in his voice making me try to move my hips. “More, Valen. Don’t be gentle. I need you.”
My thighs quivered as he pulled back and thrust into me again, harder this time. Over and over he thrust, setting a brutal pace that had me gasping for air. He gripped my hip, holding me in place as he fucked me with deep, merciless strokes.
All of my senses blurred: the sound of our bodies slapping together, the smell of cherries in the air mixed with our sweat.
The table we were on shook uncontrollably as we moved against each other, our moans mixing together as we both ached for more.
I hadn’t wanted gentle, and Valen was more than happy to comply.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his fingers tangled in my hair as he fucked me. His pace was merciless as he pounded into me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
Pleasure built inside of me, my entire body humming with need. It was too much to take—his lips, his moans, his hands… I shattered beneath him, screaming out his name as my body trembled. He swallowed my cries with a punishing kiss, fucking me through my orgasm.
He picked up his pace, my body still on fire as he thrust deep inside of me.
“Come inside me, Valen,” I whispered against his lips. The thought of being filled with him sent a thrill through me. I wanted to be marked, owned by him, no matter how twisted that sounded.
He let out a deep, raw sound, his grip in my hair tightening almost painfully as he roared his release. His eyes burned into me, dark and possessive, as his lips crashed into mine.
We lay there for a moment, both of us breathing like we couldn’t get enough air. When he pulled back, our skin was sticky from the cherries. He chuckled at the look on my face as I wiped at the syrup.
“Maybe next time we do this closer to the shower.” I laughed.
“Well, I’m more than happy to explore any of your other kinks, little lamb.” He helped me sit up, cradling me in his arms. “Even your somnophilia one.”
“Oh, I think I like you much better awake.” I pressed my lips against his.
That had been the most intense thing I’d ever experienced. Raw and consuming, almost terrifyingly perfect. Valen made me feel more alive than I had in years.
“C’mon, let’s go home and get cleaned up.” He stood and helped me down from the table.
Home.
I kind of liked the sound of that.
Even though Cyrus was out there waiting for us, and our world could come crashing down at any moment, tonight I was Valen’s.
And he was mine.