Chapter 33 – “Love Song” - Lana Del Rey
VIOLET
“LOVE SONG” - LANA DEL REY
I drag my hand toward her shoulder, allowing it to slip beneath the lapel of her cardigan, pushing it down her arm.
She offers a subtle nod, granting permission for me to repeat the movement on her other side.
I work the sweater off of her, tossing it aside before moving to her hips and inching beneath the fabric of her tank top, gliding my fingers up her stomach.
She sighs, eyes fluttering as she lifts her arms and lets me pull it over her head. She reaches behind her back, unclasping her bra and tossing it aside, too, until she’s left in my lap wearing nothing but the same black tennis skirt she had on the first time I fucked her.
I hike it over her thighs, letting it bunch at her waist as I slide my hand around her backside, grasping her ass and flushing her against me. She grasps the hem of my Henley and raises it over my stomach in silent request.
I help her tug it off, and her hands are flying to the buttons on my jeans, unzipping them just enough to reach into the waistband of my underwear and pull out my already hard cock.
My eyes are glued to her hand as it grips my base, and a spark of heat erupts at the base of my spine, causing me to grit my teeth and bite back a moan.
“Augustus,” she whispers, pumping me hard. “Look at me.”
My eyes snap to her face—radiant with passion.
“You’re my ultraviolet.”
My breath hitches, cock pulsing in her hand. I swallow, panting with need as she raises her hips and positions me against her entrance. She’s already fucking wet—so warm as she sinks down on me slowly. The moment my piercings brush against her walls, Elena’s eyes roll back, mouth dropping open.
She removes her hand, dropping her hips so that our bodies are entirely flush, and my cock throbs at the tight, soft feel of her wrapped around me. Her body clenches as she rocks her hips against me, causing both of us to gasp.
Wrapping both hands behind my neck, she rests her forehead against mine, rolling her body, connecting us in a way that would be impossible to untangle.
It’s fucking primal, the way I swallow the heavy whimpers that she feeds into my mouth with each movement.
We don’t talk, but we lock gazes, allowing our eyes to speak our words. Our tongues tangle, but we don’t kiss, allowing ourselves to taste each other’s moans. We don’t touch, we feel, hands grazing each other’s skin, allowing our souls to bind.
I wonder if her flesh is laced with stardust, because this connection of two bodies can only be described as something cosmic.
We were written long ago, when the stars themselves were created.
I drag my hand up her back, feeling the sway of her hair against my knuckles as I twist it into my palm and grip hard, forcing her head to snap up. “Look at the stars, Elena. Watch as I make them collide for you.”
A carnal moan falls from her lips, and I drag my tongue up the column of her neck, following her gaze toward the stars above us. The same constellations we branded on each other’s bodies years ago wink back, like they’ve been waiting for this moment too.
I bracket my hips, driving deeper into her and setting a punishing pace.
My eyes fall closed, savoring all other senses.
The softness of her skin beneath my hands, and the warm welcoming of her body as she lets mine inside her.
The smell of her arousal, and the taste of the fizzy remnants of passion fruit soda left behind from her lips.
The sound of her breath as she chases euphoria within my arms.
Because this isn’t sex. This is love. A first for both of us.
“August,” she rasps, and my eyes fly open.
She’s still writhing atop me, driving herself down with every roll of her hips.
The world is in full darkness now, only the light of the moon hovering above her, casting its glow upon her like a halo.
She’s stunning in this light, but as I lift a hand to her face, I notice the tear slipping down her cheek.
“Baby.” I grip her hip hard enough to halt her movements. “Am I hurting you?”
She smiles, and another tear falls as she shakes her head. Placing her hand over mine, she drags it up her stomach and to her chest, until it’s against her heart.
“No,” she whispers. “I just missed you.”
“I’m right here, Elena. Right here, my love.”
I keep my hand where she placed it, sliding the other behind her neck to tangle in her hair. She drops her head to mine again, and her tears drip off her chin and onto my chest.
“I missed your soul,” she says with heavy breath.
“I missed my best friend. I often wonder how I lived life without you.” She sucks in a ragged inhale, voice fractured.
“But I think now I realize I wasn’t living at all.
” She lifts her body before dropping down again, and my cock pulses as need builds in the base of my spine, hot and desperate.
“I used to get so homesick, and then I came back, but the sickness stayed.” With a trembling hand, I wipe her cheeks.
“I think it was because I was sick over you. You’re home to me. ”
I nod, my eyes stinging with tears of my own. “Come home, baby. I’ve been waiting for you.”
She gasps, and her head falls into my shoulder as she grinds down, rocking her hips frantically. Her nails dig into the skin of my shoulder, pussy tightening as she begins to break.
“I love you, Elena,” I whisper. “Let it all go, Little Vice. Come home to me.”
“August,” she cries against my neck as she loses herself. Her body goes taut, limbs trembling as her climax crashes over her.
I hold her tightly, helping her ride it out until I feel her go limp—entirely spent. She’s panting against my mouth as I continue fucking her through it, chasing her orgasm with my own.
It’s when the soft murmured “I love you” falls graciously from her luscious lips that the heat in my spine explodes, and my entire soul shatters like an imploding planet.
I’m mindless, gasping and moaning, driving into her with force as my release barrels through me, begging to fill every space inside her—claiming her wholly.
She continues the whispers, up my neck and over my jaw, imprinting her words deep into my skin. It’s when she reaches my mouth that I allow my eyes to open, finding hers staring back at me, still glistening with tears.
There’s a smile on her face now as she murmurs the soul-healing sentiment into my open and desperate mouth, “I love you, Augustus.”
I surge forward, capturing her lips in a searing and fervent kiss. Our bodies are still connected, still writhing as I flush us together, kissing her hard. Her tongue drags against my lips, and I moan as it tangles with mine. What was soft and vulnerable has turned intimate and fierce.
“You’re home now, Elena,” I rasp into her mouth. “I’m never letting you go again. Do you understand?”
“Hold me forever,” she pleads, bucking her hips against me. I’d only begun to come down from the high of my orgasm, but we both whimper as I begin to harden inside her again. I feel her smiling against my lips as she muses, “Are you going to show me your love for a second time, Augustus?”
I flip us around, laying her gently on top of the blanket in the back of my Bronco. With the roof off, she’s given a perfect view of the cloudless sky—like the night cleared just for us.
Laughing into her mouth, I kiss her once more.
“Now, Elena, I’m going to fuck you under the stars you love so much.”