24. Rose
Rose
H e’s here.
He’s here.
Valtu. The Valtu that I met as Mina.
It’s not just that he knows my names, he knows me.
I see it in his eyes, I see the man I love and the man who finally loves me .
His love is strong and good and powerful, and I feel it from the way he’s kissing me, touching me, the depth of his words, the gravity of his pain, and it’s here and it’s mine and it’s real .
“Will you forgive me?” Valtu asks me softly, his hand trailing over my collarbone, skirting around the healing wound on my chest. “Will you forgive all that I have done to you?”
My breath hitches as his fingers dip lower, down between my breasts, and goosebumps rush across my skin. “There is nothing to forgive,” I say, my voice hushed as I try to soothe his soul.
And I’m telling the truth.
The man that was acting the way he was—he was a different man than the one that loved me.
We are all made up of the sum of our parts, of our experiences, from whatever life throws our way.
That includes the good and the bad, the joys and the sorrow.
If we erase the sorrow from our lives, we erase part of the process, the part that makes us human.
Even for vampires, being human is still a worthwhile goal.
And if we erase the sorrow, we might erase the love as well, because love and grief go hand-in-hand.
It doesn’t make you feel any better, it doesn’t make it hurt any less, but the fact remains that you only hurt because you loved that person so much.
Valtu erased me because that erased the pain but it also removed his love for me. That love is what made him who he is.
It made him the person on his knees in front of me right now, his fingers delicately brushing over my breasts.
I gasp at the feeling of the cool air wafting over my skin, my nipples already hard as pebbles.
The look in Valtu’s eyes isn’t just of love, because there is so much love, but it’s of want and need and raw hunger.
And as his heated gaze scorches over my body, I feel like every cell inside of me is coming alive. I burn to be with him.
“Fuck me,” I whisper to him.
His pupils expand, his breath catching.
Then he’s on me, hands in my hair, moving me backward until the hard tiles press into my back.
Valtu positions himself over me, his mouth descending on mine with a hunger so fierce that it steals the air from my lungs.
I moan into his mouth, my hands roaming over his chest, feeling the muscles tense and flex beneath my touch.
I undo the buttons on his shirt as swiftly as I can and then he’s shrugging it off until I’m touching the bare heat of his skin below.
He pulls back, his eyes blazing with desire.
“I need you,” he growls, his fingers already working on the tie of my robe. “God help me, I’ve never needed you this much.”
I arch my back, helping him ease the garment off me until I’m completely naked beneath him.
His gaze rakes over my body, the heat of his stare igniting a flame deep within me.
I reach for him, my fingers tracing the lines of his body, feeling the hard planes of his chest and the taut muscles of his arms.
You, you, you.
I belong to you. You belong to me.
Valtu’s mouth finds mine again, his kiss deepening as he presses his body against mine. I feel his thick, hard length against my thigh, his stiff need for me evident in every touch and every caress.
“Please,” I pant, “I need you inside me.”
He lets out a tight noise of want and then starts moving backward down my body, licking and kissing and sucking as he goes.
His mouth is hot and wet and unbearably soft as he dips lower and lower down between my breasts, over my stomach, lower, lower.
He traces the curve of my hip with his tongue, then moves towards the juncture of my thighs.
I spread my legs wider, my breaths coming in short gasps as I wait for him to touch me where I need him the most.
He doesn’t waste any time. He buries his head between my thighs, his tongue flicking over my clit with an expert touch.
Oh god, yes.
I moan loudly, my hands pressing into the tiles behind me as he works me to the brink of ecstasy.
He knows exactly how to touch me, how to make me come undone with pleasure.
This is the difference now. He remembers.
Yes, he’s had no issues in getting me off before, but now he knows my body and the way it responds to him, knows it as well as he knows his own.
He possesses me thoroughly.
“Valtu,” I whimper, my body trembling with need. “Please, I need you inside me now.”
I feel him grin against my pussy. He’s not going to let me go until I come.
Say the magic words , he says inside my head.
Please come inside me, my lord , I answer back.
Not until I feel this hot pink cunt come around my tongue , he says.
It’s a lovely threat.
He plunges his tongue deep inside me and I moan, my hips bucking up into his face as he continues to fuck me with his mouth. My body feels like it’s on fire, and I know that I’m close. So close.
“Valtu,” I gasp, my voice shaking. “I’m going to come.”
He growls in response, his fingers digging into my thighs as he redoubles his efforts.
And then it happens. My orgasm slams into me, ripping through my body like the very bolt of lightning that struck me earlier.
I cry out his name, my body convulsing as I come hard around his mouth, my limbs convulsing.
He doesn’t stop until every last tremor has wracked my body, until the aftershocks have faded away and I’m left panting and gasping for breath, my body boneless. And then, finally, he pulls away, a satisfied smirk on his face, his mouth slick with my desire.
“Fuck me,” I whimper, my mind still reeling from the intensity of my release.
“That’s coming,” he warns, his eyes dark with lust as he unzips his pants and takes out his cock, the tip swollen and shiny with pre-cum.
He positions himself between my legs. I feel the head of his cock probing at my entrance, which is still sensitive and throbbing, then he slides inside me with one smooth stroke, filling me completely.
We both gasp, his mouth falling open with a look of utter awe, as if he’s fucking me for the first time.
Then his mouth comes crashing down on mine, the kiss a mixture of the old Valtu—hard and demanding—and the new Valtu, who has a softer touch, still tentative, as if he can’t believe I’m still here, that I’m not a ghost. With his lips he shows me what his body is already doing, his tongue and lips matching the thrust of his hips.
I moan into his mouth, my nails digging into his back, my legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper and deeper inside me, until I can feel him all the way to my core.
He feels so good, so big, stretching me until I’m sure I’m going to split in two. He pushes deeper, my body yielding to his as he moves inside me, the friction of our bodies making me groan, the tiles hard against my spine.
My hands reach for his back, his cool skin beneath my fingers, feeling the way his muscles ripple and tense as he works me so thoroughly.
He fucks me like it’s his job, his one purpose, so deliberate and intense with every single drive of his hips.
He fucks me so hard that we’re beginning to move across the floor, until we’re surrounded by the still smoldering ashes of the book, faint dust rising in the air.
There’s something so poetic about this, fucking on top of the very thing that took him from me.
“Val,” I moan quietly, not wanting to disturb the moment. He feels so good, I’m suddenly emotional, a wave washing over my chest, covering my heart.
He’s here. He’s here. He’s mine.
He knows me.
He sees me.
He loves me.
He breaks the kiss, his mouth moving to my neck, and I arch myself, offering my throat to him.
“Taste me,” I whisper. “Drink me.”
He hesitates for just a moment and then he brushes his teeth against my skin before biting down. The bite is slow and sensual, his fangs breaking through my flesh with just the softest touch of pain.
“God, yes,” I say through a gasp.
He grunts and begins to drink.
Heat like I’ve never felt before flames through my body, every nerve alive with sensation. His mouth so hot and wet against my neck, drinking me in, and his cock thrusting hard and fast inside me. His thrusts echo the rhythm of his mouth, hard and fast, making me gasp with every thrust.
It’s too much. I can’t take it.
My lord.
I feel as though I’ve made contact with a livewire, every sensation of pleasure tinged with pain.
My orgasm slams into me, hard and fast, burning through my limbs, my heart, my soul.
I cry out his name as I come, my fingernails clawing into his back, his name falling from my lips over and over again, my tongue forming it into a prayer.
And then he’s thrusting inside me, again and again and again, until I can feel his cock grow even harder and I know he’s close.
“Come inside me,” I whisper, my voice ragged from the orgasm.
Valtu growls, a low, guttural sound of pure pleasure. He thrusts deep and hard, like I’m being nailed to the floor, and then he comes like a freight train, every muscle in his body taut with the effort, his neck corded as his head is thrown back.
“Fuck!” he bellows, the sound hammering the room.
Holy fucking shit.
I watch him come undone and he’s buried so deep, my body a tight fist around him, my pussy clenching him, making him moan, that I don’t know if we’ll ever come apart. I feel him shoot inside of me, white hot and heavy and I’m bucking my hips up so that he keeps coming and coming.
Then he’s gasping, chest heaving and his thrusts slow and we’re easing down together into this heady, luxurious kind of heat.
But it’s not enough, I need more, I need—
I need his blood, too. I want to feed from him for the first time, to taste him. I just don’t know how to ask for it.