Chapter 14
V alentin experienced a system-wide shut down as she pulled her bra off and leaned seductively against his bike. Her long legs angled out before her, parting slightly in a tease. Between her thighs was unspeakably beautiful, a masterpiece worthy of his worship, but he couldn’t stop staring at her breasts. Her pink nipples were hard in the cool air, seductive in their invitation. Heavens, he wanted them in his mouth as he claimed her, owned her, loved her. He wanted to thrust his cock between those gorgeous swells, spill his cum all over them and watch it drip down her skin. Her beauty was unmatched in this world, and he knew if he stepped one inch closer, he would fuck her until she didn’t even remember her own name.
Valentin clenched his hands into fists. If he did this, there was no going back. No leaving her, and the council would never allow that. He was Cupid and couldn’t get involved. He could not keep her, marry her, love her, and he swallowed as that damn thought flooded his mind again. She was gloriously naked, and while he was so hard he feared his pants might rip, his brain kept fixating on that invading idea. He didn’t want a one-night fling. He wanted her forever, wearing his ring, taking his name, fighting at his side. But she was human, and her life was a blink of an eye compared to his.
“Today started horribly, but it turned into the best Valentine’s date I ever had,” she said, as if sensing he needed encouragement to overcome his own thoughts. “But what is Valentine’s Day without Valentine’s night?” She leaned further back, her soft thighs highlighted like a painting in the moonlight. His breath caught as she opened for him, but he stopped breathing when she slipped her hand between her legs. Eyes holding his gaze, she stroked herself slowly, every movement of her fingers a show just for him. “Please, Cupid,” she begged. “I’m so wet. Are you going to make me do this myself?”
Valentin roared as she brushed her clit, her breasts heaving as she moaned in pleasure, and he was on her in a second. His hand knocked hers out of the way, claiming her bliss as his own. He worked her into a euphoric frenzy as her bare body leaned against his bike, and the sight of her naked skin pressed against the metal and chrome almost had him spilling in his pants.
“Oh my god, Valentin,” she moaned, grabbing his biceps as his fingers thrust inside her. She wasn’t lying. She was so fucking wet, he thought he would pass out from the intense sensations. “I’m going to come.”
“I told you god can’t help you.” Valentin ripped his hands from her and backed up, a devil of a smirk playing across his full and inviting lips.
“Please, no,” Amorette whimpered. “I can’t wait any longer, Cupid. I need to come.”
“Say it again.” He lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked her arousal seductively off his fingers.
“I need to come.”
“No, my name.”
“Cupid.” She leaned back further onto the motorcycle. “I want you, Cupid.”
Valentin pulled off his tactical gear with efficient speed. He could tell by the hunger in Amorette’s expression that she reveled in his body’s power as he flexed and stripped. It took him seconds to free his remarkable physique from his clothes, and then he settled before her, letting her drink in the sight of him. He watched her carefully as her eyes admired his chest and abs, and he smirked wickedly as they widened when they fell on his hard length. His immortal body was powerful and strong, towering over humans, and his cock was equally as impressive. She licked her lips, his control utterly ruined as he saw her eagerness to take every inch of him. That was one reason he’d been edging her. He loved keeping her flushed and ready, but he also knew she needed to be aching for him in order to adjust to his size. And he intended to sink in to the hilt. She was going to take all of him, and he would make her scream as she enjoyed the largest cock she’d ever ridden.
“Tell me you want this.” He stroked himself while she watched, reveling in how her eyes widened at the sight. “Tell me you want me inside you, bare and raw. Swear to me that if I fuck you, mine will be the only cock you ever let thrust into your pussy, the only cum you ever let fill you.”
“Promise me if we do this, you belong to me.” Amorette challenged back. “I want you, Cupid. I want you to own me as I own you.”
Valentin lunged for her, gripping her throat not in a threat but in ownership, his hold soft yet dominant. “I have belonged to you from the moment I laid eyes on you, Amor. You have me, body, mind, and soul. You are the only one I’ll ever get hard for.” With that confession, he slammed his mouth to hers. Hand still controlling her throat, his other palm slid beneath her knee. He lifted it and twisted her until she straddled his bike backward, guiding her back until she lay against the handlebars, her legs spread and ready. He paused for a second, his eyes tracing her beauty as she waited, and then he straddled the bike and her body.
“Open your mouth, Amor.” He gripped his length and stepped closer until he stood over her chest, the tip of his cock rubbing her lips. “Make it good and wet for me so I can slide deep into that pretty pussy.”
Amorette gasped, her mouth opening greedily, and he plunged inside until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged at his size, and he tried to pull out to give her room to breathe, but her hands flew out and clutched his ass. Their gazes met, and it was all the consent he needed. She wanted to choke on him as he took his pleasure. To swallow him until he saw his outline in her throat. His fists gripped her hair as she held his ass, and he fucked her face like a man possessed. She welcomed each thrust with a moan, not caring that a tear escaped her eye at how deep he was, but her eyes never left his. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen; her swallowing him with enthusiasm while she held his gaze. And then her tongue moved, the pressure increasing, and he thought she would suck the soul from his body with her talent.
“You choke on me so well, Amor,” he growled. “Heavens, I want to come down your throat and make you swallow every drop, but I need to be inside you.” He yanked out of her mouth and leaned over her to capture her lips in a kiss.
“Cupid,” she murmured against him. “What is this? Why do I feel this way?” She kissed him harder, and he knew she had the same thought he did. That damn intrusive thought.
“Cupid.” Amorette could barely form coherent sentences. An unbearable ache pulsed through her heart, and her desire was a raging forest fire, threatening to ruin all in its path. “Please. I need you.”
“You have me.” Valentin gripped her thighs and spread her wide, leaning forward to capture her mouth. Her arms and legs wound around him, the bike pressing into her back, and as the tip of his swollen length nudged her entrance, she hoped he rode her with the same control and power as he did his motorcycle.
“Oh god.” She jerked as he pushed inside slowly. “You’re so big.”
“And you’re going to take every inch like the good girl I know you are.” He bit her lip as he drove further. “You are so wet, so tight, Amor. You feel like you were made for me.”
“I…” Her body shook as he sank into her, his hips rolling seductively as she adjusted. “I was made for you. I belong to you.” She felt out of control with need. “I’m going to come.”
“Good girl.” He thrust hard, filling her to the hilt, and her head flew backward, forcing her nipples against his solid chest. “Now that I’m inside you, come as much as you want.”
His pelvis brushed her clit, and Amorette screamed as the orgasm consumed her. She’d been on edge for hours, and his swollen cock splitting her in half was too much to bear. Every inch of her was sensitive, her skin like electric wires, and the pleasure rolled endlessly through her. Wave after wave shocked her body, and she knew she was already addicted to this man. She would never get enough of him.
“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Valentin pressed his muscular frame against her, pushing her into his bike until it looked like he was speeding down the highway.
“Again,” she gasped, holding him so tight it was impossible to see where she ended and he began. “Please, Cupid.”
“Anything for you, Amor,” he growled, his thrusts harder now that she was fully adjusted to his thickness. Her back arched as he hit where she needed him with a talent no man should possess. Valentin’s attention caught on her peeked nipples, and with a kiss that lingered deliciously against her lips, his head lowered to her breasts. He captured a nipple between his teeth, his pelvis brushing her nerves with torturous pleasure until a second climax ignited her body. But Valentin didn’t stop. He rode her hard, his hands and mouth pleasuring her with such attentiveness, she couldn’t contain the obscene moans spilling from her lips.
“You sound so beautiful,” he praised. “I want to hear you all night.”
Amorette gifted him her voice and moaned with each orgasm that shook her to her core, changing her forever. She screamed with pleasure, with whispered words of encouragement.
“Make it filthy,” Valentin growled in her ear as her praise wrapped around them. “Tell me every thought that’s inside that beautiful mind of yours while I’m inside this perfect pussy.”
“I’m never going to forget the way you feel.” She gripped his hair as her lips traced his pointed ear. He groaned into her neck, his hips moving faster. “You want my words, but I want your moans. Louder, Cupid. Moan like you fuck. Hard and rough and dominant.”
“Amor.” Valentin kissed her throat, his hands finding her breasts. He pinched her nipple as his voice spilled from his mouth. He obeyed her request, his bliss so loud it was like the roar of the bike’s engine.
“Louder,” she gasped, her body shaking for release. “I want your voice and your cock for the rest of my life.”
Valentin took her every sound to heart. His stamina lasted and lasted and lasted, bringing the stars to her eyelids, and when she lost count of how many times he’d made her climax, she cupped his jaw with her hands.
“I can’t.” Her limbs shook as she tasted his mouth.
“One more.” He kissed her deeply, gripping her hair as he pulled her close. “I want to feel you choke me as I fill you.”
“It’s too much,” she protested, but her fight was weak. She wanted it. Even this tired, she craved more.
“Good girl,” Valentin breathed into her mouth, and she swallowed his admiration with greed. “Now, Amor. Come with me.” He gave her nipple a tug, and she exploded in light and color. His thrusts grew erratic, and she felt him pump his cum inside her.
“Fuck, you’re amazing.” He kissed her with worship on his lips, and she gripped his ass tighter so she wouldn’t waste a single drop. “What a good girl,” he smirked as her pussy milked his sensitive cock until his body sparked electric. “Take it all, Amorette.”
“I am.” She ground her hips against him and then placed a hand over his thundering heart. “I am,” she repeated with a serious expression, her eyes full of meaning, and she knew he understood. “I want all of it. I’m taking it, keeping it, cherishing it. Happy Valentine’s Day, Cupid.”