29. Valtu
Valtu
I wake up to the sound of pounding waves, my eyes adjusting to the dark of the room. The clock reads two am and I groan. Jetlag is a bitch.
I roll over to look at Rose but she’s gone, her space in the bed empty.
Panic floods my mouth.
“Rose?” I say, sitting up, about to get out of bed, when I hear the sink running in the bathroom. I breathe out a heavy sigh of relief and sink back down into the mattress, pressing my hand over my chest as if it might calm it.
Ever since we left Istanbul, but I’m still on edge.
Every little fucking thing makes me think that either Bellamy has risen from the dead or Atlas Poe has come back for his head.
Or Leif suddenly falls back into his programming or whatever the hell Bellamy and his crew did to him and goes berserk, murdering everyone.
Learn to relax , I tell myself. Rose can handle herself anyway.
And that’s true. She proved it time and time again.
During her battle with Bellamy, even though I missed most of it because he pressed pause on everyone, she was able to destroy him, using her powers as both a vampire and a witch and though I didn’t think it was possible, I fell even deeper in love with her.
How could I not? With Mina and Lucy, and even Dahlia, I had never seen them do anything like that, but Rose was able to and she did it so well.
She might be able to kick my ass and that turns me on more than anything.
Still, I get out of bed and go to check on her just in case.
I knock on the bathroom door and she opens it.
Totally naked.
My eyes roam over her body, dick immediately hard. “What are you doing?” I know she fell asleep with her t-shirt on, whereas I always sleep naked.
“Sorry, did I wake you? I was going to take a shower. I couldn’t sleep.”
“Me either. Jet lag.”
She nods, looking wired. “Jet lag and everything else.”
“It’s been a hell of a day,” I comment, stepping in the room. “I think you should let me take your mind off things.”
Her gaze drops to my cock, stiff and throbbing and begging for her attention.
“I can’t say no to that,” she says with a sly grin. “Though you already wore me out earlier.”
“Obviously not enough if you’re waking up in the middle of the night. I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll sleep for days.”
She laughs, a throaty, breathy sound and then walks toward the shower. “A fuck that can erase jetlag? I’ll believe it when I see it,” she taunts, turning on the water.
Fuck, I love a challenge.
I stalk toward the shower, stepping inside the spray of hot water, then I grab her and twirl her around so that she’s pinned against the tiles. Water cascades down her back and I bend down, licking up her spine from the base of her ass to her neck.
“Want me to wash your hair before I take you?” I murmur, sliding a hand underneath the crease of her ass cheeks. “I could get you really clean before I get you so fucking dirty.”
She nods, already breathless and I pour out shampoo into my hand, massaging it into her hair with one hand while my other reaches around to her breasts, playing with them. The feel of her nipple hardening beneath my fingers sends a ripple of lust through my cock, and she gasps.
Pulling her wet hair back out of the way, I bite her earlobe, tasting the suds.
I nip at her neck then suck a path to where the flesh of her neck and shoulder meet, one of the most sensitive areas of her body, a place where I can always disarm her.
She immediately melts under my lips and she moans, pressing her ass back against my cock as she dips her head into the shower stream. “Make sure you use conditioner.”
“You’re not going to make it easy for me, are you?” I ask.
“Of course not. It’s not much of a challenge otherwise,” she teases, and I finish getting the rest of the shampoo out of her hair.
Then I take the conditioner and squeeze it out into my hand, running it through her scalp.
“Just the ends of the hair,” she says quickly.
“Who’s in charge here, me or you?” I say roughly. Then I take my hand soaked in conditioner and slide it down over her spine and to her ass. I gently trace the pucker of her asshole with my finger, teasing her as I go.
“Oh fuck,” she says, her breath hitching and she pushes her ass against me. “You’re in charge, my lord. Take what you want.”
Christ on a bike.
Her back arches slightly and my finger slips inside her tight hole with ease.
“God,” she cries out.
I’m grinning like an idiot as I thrust my finger deeper inside her, sliding in and out of her ass and her body stiffens again, then relaxes. “You still like that, don’t you?” I murmur in her ear as my finger slips in. “Because I remember you used to love it.”
She nods, making a tight noise of want.
I take the other hand and squeeze out some more conditioner and this time I pour it over her shoulder, so it slides down between her breasts over her stomach and between her legs. I reach forward and rub it in over her clit until she’s letting out a sharp cry.
I run my hands back up her body, then slip one hand into the crease of her ass, pulling her cheeks apart and pressing my cock against her slick opening. She groans and pushes her ass toward me, silently begging me to take her.
“Do you still want it?”
She nods and I quickly slap her hard against her ass, the water spraying, my palm stinging. “Use your words,” I bark at her, watching as my pink handprint blooms on her skin.
“Yes, my lord,” she says. “I want it.”
“Ask and you shall receive,” I tell her. I shove myself in, sliding in like tight silk and my eyes roll back in my head, a primal moan rising up from my chest.
Fuck.
Rose gasps loudly, tensing, and I push inside, deeper and deeper until my hips are flush with her ass. Then I slide my hand around, pressing my finger on her slick and swollen clit to try and get her to relax.
“That’s it,” I tell her, my voice strangled and hoarse. “Take me. Take all of it.”
“Oh fuck,” she cries out. “Oh my god.”
“You like it? You like the way it feels, my big fat cock fucking your tight little ass?”
“Yes,” she says, her voice shaking slightly.
“You’re a tighter squeeze than my fist,” I groan into her neck. “I think you might be strangling me.”
I slowly pump my hips, thrusting in and out, her body slowly relaxing around me, accepting me. My finger moves faster on her clit as I pump and her body pitches against me, meeting me with every thrust until she’s crying out my name.
“Fuck, Val!”
“Let go, my dove,” I tell her, my voice breaking off. “Just let go. I’ve got you.”
“I’m going to come,” she warns me, her words garbled, and I thrust harder and faster, keeping up the pressure on her clit until her entire body is shaking, out of control and then she’s coming. Hard.
Fuck me.
Her body convulses, her ass spasming around me, tight, so fucking tight that I can’t breathe, and I bury myself inside her and come so hard it makes me dizzy. I shove my hand over her mouth, stifling her scream that echoes in the shower.
My thoughts are jumbled, my cock spurting inside of her, the orgasm never seeming to end, and suddenly I’m hit with emotions I’ve been trying to ignore, trying to bury.
I’m not the man I was, I can’t just erase things, I can’t ignore the feelings and thoughts and desires that have been plaguing me for a week now.
They come at me now like a riptide, threatening to pull me under and drown me until I face them.
“Rose,” I manage to say, my breath finally coming back to me, my cock jerking to completion. I rest my chin on her shoulder and listen to her own breathing slow, my cock still inside her.
“I want a baby,” I whisper to her, unable to hold back the words any longer.
She stiffens for a moment, then glances at me over her shoulder. “I hate to tell you this Val, but that was not how you make a baby.”
I pull out, turn her around and press her against the wall, just out of the stream of water, bracketing her between my arms. “I’m serious, my dove,” I say, my chest feeling tight. “I want to be a father. I want to give you my babies. I want a family with you.”
A tear starts to roll down Rose’s cheek and I lean in and kiss her, tasting it. The darkness is still there but there is so much light. So much light for both of us. “I want another chance. We can get it right this time, I promise you.”
“Yes,” she whispers, crying now. “Yes, I want that too.”
Relief floods through me, nearly bringing me to my knees. I had been so afraid that she wouldn’t feel the same way, that Rose didn’t feel the same as Mina or Lucy, or that she was too scared to want for one or try again because of everything that happened last time.
But she wants it. She wants to be the mother of my children and I am so fucking happy that I’m delirious.
“Are you sure?” I ask her, cupping her face in my hands, running my thumb over her lips.
“More than anything,” she says softly, gazing into my eyes with so much love that my knees are about to buckle.
Then that gaze turns from warm to hot and, fuck, now I’m going to do my damndest to knock her up.
“Let’s get fucking started then,” I tell her.
I bend down and scoop her up in my arms, and she laughs as I carry her out of the bathroom, almost slipping on the wet floor. I bring her over to the bed and drop her on it, and yes we’re both soaked, but we’re going to be wet with sweat after I’m done with her.
I prowl over her and start to kiss her, deep and passionate. I’m going to make her mine in the most basic way possible, claiming her with not just my body but my seed, making her mine until eternity is bored of us.
Our skin slides against each other, her sighs and gasps mixing with my groans, and we’re clawing at each other, desperate to get closer, to become one.
I reach down between her legs and slip my hand inside her, still so wet, so ready for me.
I slide a finger inside, then two, three, and I’m fisting her and she’s so tight it almost hurts.
“My lord,” she says, her breath catching, her eyes wide.
I grin and move my fist in and out, working her, getting her ready for my cock, and her hands are slipping down my slick chest, over my abs and down to my length, which is so hard it feels like it’s going to burst.
“I want you inside me,” Rose whispers, her eyes bright with desire, squirming around my fist.
I pull out and flick her clit a few times and her entire body bucks. “Spread your legs,” I growl at her and she obeys. I’m about to lick her pussy out but she grabs my hair with a fist.
“Don’t fuck around,” she says. “I need you coming inside me.”
I chuckle. “Yes, ma’am.”
I grip the base of my cock and guide it into the entrance of her cunt and start to slide in, her wetness and tightness making it easy, and she wraps her legs around my ass, urging me to go further.
I pull back, slow and steady, then plunge in again and she cries out sharply.
“So good,” she moans. “Oh fuck, Val, you feel so good.”
“So do you,” I grunt, pulling out and thrusting in again. “I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”
We set a rhythm of long, deep strokes, both of us groaning and gasping, and I can feel her getting tighter around me as she gets closer to her second orgasm.
Her toes dig into my ass, urging me on, and slowly we build up a rhythm, her hands drifting up my back to my shoulders and back down again, skating over my ass, urging me to go harder and faster.
I slam into her again, our wet skin slapping together, and Rose yelps in ecstasy. I let myself go and give her everything I promised, thrusting into her so hard and fast until I think I might drive this bed right through the wall and into the next room.
Finally, I come with her, my orgasm so intense it scrambles my brain and rips a hoarse cry from my chest, my cock jerking inside her and pumping my seed into her again and again until it feels like there’s nothing left.
I’ve given everything I have to her.
I collapse on top of her and she wraps her arms around me and I bury my face in her neck and I swear to all the gods out there, I will never let her go.
Never.
“Do you think that worked?” Rose asks me after a minute, when our heartrates finally slow.
I turn my head to look at her, smiling like a fool in love. “If it didn’t, give me a second and we’ll try again.”
She laughs and kisses me.
For once in my life it feels like destiny is smiling upon us.
Life has never tasted so sweet.