Chapter 8
Valentina
Desire.
Even after all the fantasies I’d indulged in over the last eight months, I hadn’t come to Hudson’s home to play house or to seduce him. Certainly not after bringing my daughter with me.
Yet here I was, completely breathless and tingling all over from the most powerful orgasm I’d experienced in my life. I’d had a couple of men ‘go down on me’ as they’d called it and instead of feeling euphoric, I’d felt tense, maybe even icky.
This was glorious. I was spent and happy, incapable of thinking clearly, but I’d read and heard that the best sex was supposed to leave you utterly exhausted and completely satisfied.
I licked my dry lips, blinking a few times while I tried to control my breathing. Maybe it was all just a losing battle.
Exhaling, I pressed my fingers against my mouth, fighting with the little voice inside my head. She’d been telling me that coming here was not the best decision, even laughing at me. Well, I was the one laughing now.
The moment I heard a noise I very slowly turned my head. My, oh my. I’d been in such a trance than I hadn’t appreciated Hudson’s fine physique as much as I should have. Maybe I’d been too lost in the moment before. Being able to reflect on his body was almost as powerful as what we’d just shared.
His shoulders were as broad as I’d remembered, appearing more so now that his shirt was off. Then there was his chest, utter perfection, sculpted and surreal. No man should look that hot.
Six-pack abs? Wow. I’d certainly never been with a man who embodied a Greek god. With the Marine tattoo, he appeared like the bad boy that he hid so elegantly beneath his black robes.
But the tattoo on his other arm grabbed more of my attention. A butterfly with a dagger through it. There was an entire novel around the significance and I wanted so much to ask him what it was.
Yet he caught me looking, his eyes darkening the same way they had when I’d initially told him about being stalked by Jacob.
I smiled, trying to hide what I’d been gawking at.
He fully turned toward me, taking his time to peel away the material of his jeans.
I’d had my hand wrapped around his thick cock, shocked that my fingers had barely touched my thumb, but seeing his shaft in all its glory was… amazing.
My heart thumped as my pulse increased to the point of having difficulty breathing.
I’d never done anything so impetuous in my life.
I felt giddy if not silly, almost as if I’d seduced him.
Even though I’d seen the same look of desire on his face I had during the time spent in his chambers.
Maybe I’d go to hell for tempting him, but this felt right.
Although I knew tonight could never be repeated.
When he was fully undressed, he took a single long stride back to the edge of the table, yanking me into a sitting position. His fingers brushed against my inner thigh, teasing then groping. His smile was laden with longing and a sharp pulse of heat tore through me, creating weakness in my knees.
With his hand wrapped around the back of my head, he devoured my mouth just as he’d done with my pussy. Tasting myself on his lips and tongue was sinful. I was the one who thrust my tongue inside, sweeping it back and forth across his. The kiss was hungry and demanding, rough and possessive.
His fingers dug into my scalp and every sound he made was able to seduce me just a little bit more.
The way he ravaged my mouth was even more dominating than the shock of sudden intimacy from before.
I’d never allowed myself to become lost in a man or in the moment, including with the sperm donor who’d given me my greatest joy in life.
Why this felt completely natural was beyond me. When he pulled me off the table and into his arms, I swung my legs around his hips. The feel of his cock pressing against my slickened pussy brought out the wild woman in me.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging as I shifted back and forth. Suddenly, the two of us were wild, as if nothing more than animals. As I gripped his shoulder with my other hand, he spun me around, pressing my back against the wall. The move was jarring.
Electric.
I clawed at his skin as the kiss became a wildfire, manic in its dark passion.
He was no longer interested in taking his time as he had when feasting on me.
Neither was I. I’d been a good girl my entire life and see where that had gotten me.
The crazed need to feel his cock buried deep inside was increasing.
I was breathless, struggling to focus while his actions became even rougher.
The man was a powerhouse in everything he did.
He lifted me higher against the wall, holding me aloft as if I weighed nothing.
His jaw was clenched, highlighting the two-day stubble I was surprised he’d indulged in keeping.
He was so damn handsome I was involuntarily licking my lips.
When I flailed my arms, he laughed, the sound pure sin.
“Do you honestly think I’d let you fall?” His voice was deeper, the tone darker than before. There was an even more powerful look in his soulful eyes as if I’d cracked open Pandora’s Box.
“I don’t know. No man had ever offered me safety.”
“Then they’re fucking fools and monsters.
” He brought me down with more tenderness than before, allowing me to wrap my hand around the base of his cock.
A frantic feeling still remained for just a little while, all time stopped around us.
This was marking something that neither one of us had expected.
Whatever would happen from here, things would change.
People who said sex never altered a relationship were dead wrong.
Feelings were evoked, closeness that could only happen after a strong sense of intimacy.
As I’d sensed him doing before, he was once again offering me a choice. I could stop this right now.
I didn’t want to.
Plain and simple.
As soon as I pushed the tip against my swollen and aching folds, the dam broke loose. Hudson yanked me down, almost splitting me wide open.
Gasping, I grabbed his shoulder, digging my nails into his skin. I was certain I’d mark him permanently.
“Oh, my… God. You are…” I squeezed my knees against him while throwing my other arm over my head.
He smashed one hand against the wall while rolling onto the balls of his feet and lifting me even higher off the floor. Oh, my freaking God, he was so huge. Thankfully, he took his time pushing the remainder inside. My muscles ached, a white-hot rush of heat exploding deep within.
The man never took his eyes off me, ensuring I was okay. I could tell he was doing everything in his power to control his actions.
I pushed back slightly, tilting my head.
Still taking ragged breaths, unable to fill my lungs.
I’d never experienced anything so glorious in my life.
This moment encapsulated the darkest passion.
How could a man be so well endowed? The ache in my pussy gave way to sheer electric vibrations scouring over me like a wildfire of heat and smoke.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice now dipping dangerously low.
“Uh-huh. You are… Wow. Don’t stop. I need this.”
He chuckled, the sound floating around us much like the combined scent of our desire had been doing all night.
“Yeah, so do I.” He was more forceful, realizing that I certainly wouldn’t break.
There was a devastating eagerness to our needs, a moment where the forbidden aspect of what we were doing was a sinful draw instead of a deterrent.
Breathless, I clung to him as he slammed me against the wall.
I dug my knees into him as he rolled onto the balls of his feet again. His eyes were wilder than before, completely possessive. When he switched the angle, I was thrown into the sweet bliss of being in his powerful hold.
Through every breathless moan and the shimmer of lights clouding my vision, I was kept in a surreal state.
Hudson’s cock filled me completely, my muscles stretching. Every inch of my body was tingling as his actions became rougher, more intense.
The brutal pounding was jarring to my senses, but I was just as crazed as he was. My fingers dug into the muscles of his arms. With my nails longer than normal, I had no doubt I’d leave marks on his body. As strange as the private thought was, I wanted nothing more than for him to mark me as well.
And why?
To remember tonight. To be able to fade away into a pleasurable fantasy that had come true. All the nights spent thinking about him, wondering what it would feel like to be in his arms and it was even better than I’d hoped. Maybe this was a little too close, but I wanted more.
I needed more. Just for myself. No one else.
He made me feel safe and wanted.
With a heavy breath, he slowed his actions and the way his cock throbbed inside continued to electrify me. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” Even while saying the words, his face turned more intense. His eyes hungrily scanned my face, sweeping down until his heated gaze was hovering on my breasts.
I’d never felt so wanted or so beautiful just from the way someone was looking at me.
His voice was gruff, but I sensed he didn’t want to put an end to what we were doing any more than I did. “Maybe not. But don’t. Just… don’t.”
When he lifted his head, he cupped one hand around my jaw. The hold was firm, as possessive as his eyes had been earlier. Maybe he wanted to say something. Maybe he needed to tell me this would never happen again.
I squeezed my pussy muscles before he had a chance to say anything. As I arched my back, his exhale was harsh. My nipples grew achy and tight and with my pulse continuing to skip beats, thinking clearly was no longer an option.
“Fuck. Fuck.” His dark baritone and the deep growl set my skin ablaze.