Chapter Twenty-Seven
Vanessa
Vil finished carefully depositing the last of my new items on the table while I once again eyed the single bed. Much of the ride there, I’d spent picturing it in my mind. I saw myself sleeping in it. But more and more frequently, as we neared the manor, my brain started adding Vil to the picture.
You won’t let him sleep with you just because he bought you nice things. You aren’t that cheap.
Or was I? The tingle between my legs hadn’t gone away since Vil had started admiring me as I tried on the clothes he’d bought for me.
His eyes roamed freely over my body as I tried on numerous outfits.
Sure, I’d retreated to the bathroom to change, but for whatever reason, that hadn’t seemed to matter to him.
It was like he had X-ray vision or something and was always staring past my clothes. At my body. Me.
“Don’t worry,” Vil said, leaning in from behind to speak into my ear in a low voice. “I’ll be sleeping on the floor again. I can see you staring at it and worrying.”
Before I could speak, he slipped past me, couch cushions in hand, and started setting up his makeshift bed between the permanent one and the door. Always in the way of trouble. I watched, trying to figure out what I was thinking, what I was feeling.
My mind was detached, still unsure of the whole situation.
On the one hand, he was hot, and of all the men who had been in my life for more than three seconds recently, he was the only one I wasn’t repulsed by the thought of jumping into bed with. In fact, a lot about him made me intrigued by the idea of being more intimate.
The way he kissed me spoke of a sensuality and passion most men lacked.
His touch was gentle but firm and commanding.
A man who was in charge but didn’t have to prove it.
He just was, and gods, was that sexy. He just took command, and there was a definite part that wanted him to take command of me. In the best of ways.
“Vanessa?”
I blinked, only to realize Vil was standing almost right in front of me.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Do you need the washroom? I was thinking of taking a quick shower.”
An image of Vil filled my mind, completely naked, water sluicing off his hard body.
“Um, no, I’m good,” I said, trying fiercely to control myself. It wasn’t working. My desires were swiftly spiraling out of control, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could contr—
I let out an audible groan as he peeled off his shirt. Right in front of me.
“Everything okay?” he asked, tossing it to the side.
“Y-yep,” I said, licking my lips as I counted his abs, so easily definable.
Vil frowned, twisting at the waist as he looked over at me. “You sure?”
“Yeah, yeah. Um, can I just use the bathroom real quick, though?”
I didn’t wait for him to answer before rushing inside and closing the door.
Get a grip! I ordered myself in the mirror, splashing some cold water on my face. It didn’t help. All I got was clarity about what the heat gathering in the rest of my body really wanted.
Vil.
Damn it. I cursed heavily and left the bathroom, trying to avoid looking at him without making it look like I was trying to avoid him.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, moving past him to sneak through the doorframe into the bedroom as he exited.
But because I was looking away, I managed to stub my pinky toe on the corner of the frame.
“Ow!” I yelped, hopping until I could plunk my butt down on the bed and rub my toe. “That hurt.”
Vil was there. “Here, let me,” he said, taking my foot out of my hand and lifting it so he could more easily massage it with his hands.
I let him, glad I wasn’t wearing a skirt. Otherwise, he would be able to see straight up it. Still, the more his fingers touched me …
“How’s that?” he asked.
“Better,” I murmured. The pain had faded long ago. “That feels nice.”
“Good,” he said, his fingers moving up my foot and over my ankle. He waited for me to protest, but I didn’t, too unsure of what to do as he rubbed his way up my shin, slowly working his way to the knee. “You’re very tight.”
“Probably,” I said in a half-moan as he ran his thumbs over my quad while the rest of his fingers gripped the sides of my leg. I was getting more heated the higher his fingers went.
But also, his immaculately carved chest was right in front of my eyes, his stomach rippling with muscles right below it.
He was really, really hot.
I was breathing harder.
Our eyes met, and I saw the molten steel in his gaze as he leaned in, his hands caressing right up to the peak between my legs. His lips met mine at the same instant his fingers caressed my other lips through my pants.
I gasped, and his tongue slipped into my mouth. My head tilted back, and I lost myself in him as he easily found my clit through the material, teasing it with light touches that barely made their way through the pants. But it was enough to send tremors of pleasure spiking into my stomach.
Longing surged through me, and with a near petulant whimper-whine for more, I pulled him into me by his neck. I lay back, and he mounted me with a growl that turned the tingling between my legs into a full-fledged throbbing.
My pants came off, and he rubbed me through the flimsy underwear he’d bought and insisted I wear, though he hadn’t asked me to model it for him.
“Let’s see the rest of that outfit,” he growled and slid his hands up my sides, taking the shirt off.
In a moment of panic, I clamped my arms down, stopping him.
Vil frowned. “What is it? I thought you wanted …”
I clenched my jaw. “I do,” I whispered, looking anywhere but at him. “It’s just …”
“Just what?” He leaned over me, kissing my neck, then mouth. “Are you uncomfortable being naked?”
I nodded. “My shirt …”
He tilted his head. “If this is because you have smaller breasts, believe me when I say I’m fine with that. More than fine, in fact. I like them that way.”
I smiled. “No, it’s not that, but thank you. It’s just …” I sighed. If he was my mate and we were destined to be together, he’d find out eventually. I may as well rip the Band-Aid off and get it over with.
I started to tug the shirt up but found I couldn’t. Vil was stopping me.
“If you don’t want to show me, that’s okay,” he said. “I won’t force you.”
I smiled up at him, somehow feeling instantly better. It was so nice to have a man who respected my boundaries instead of trying to force me to push through them right away.
“Thank you,” I said. “That means more than you might know. It’s just …
god, it was so stupid how it happened. I was horsing around with some friends, just had a few drinks, being silly, and I, being the klutz I am, ended up crashing through the window of their sliding door.
But the lower half didn’t shatter, and I fell on it, and … ”
Stilling the slight tremble in my hand, I pulled my shirt up to reveal the mass of scars that crisscrossed my upper stomach and lower chest.
Vil stared. “My poor Vanessa,” he murmured, and before I could stop him, he leaned down to kiss one of them. Then another. And another. His hands ran over them as he kissed me all over, sometimes coming up to flick his tongue over my nipples while he explored my injuries.
“I would have punished the person who did this,” he growled, “but since you did it to yourself, I think the only proper punishment is to try to provide pleasure for all the pain this has caused you.”
Before I could ask him to explain how that made any sense, he was kissing his way between my legs, tongue running over my underwear and then across my clit as he pulled the underwear to the side.
There was no time for coherent talking after that.
He slid his hands back up my sides, playing with my nipples and squeezing my breasts while his tongue worked me into a frenzy.
I grabbed his head, pulling him in tight while my hips ground against his face.
At one point, he slid a finger or two inside me, and I came.
But then he was teasing my asshole again with his finger, just putting a bit of pressure on it while his other hand rubbed my G-spot and his tongue flicked against my clit.
I came so hard and so long that it ran straight into a second orgasm that absolutely destroyed my body. I was left panting and beyond sensitive as he pulled me to the edge of the bed.
Somehow during all that, he’d managed to lose his pants, and after licking his hand and sliding it across the tip of his cock, he pushed it inside me, a slow, teasing inch at a time, until I was trying to slide myself off the bed to get him to fill me.
“Say please,” he commanded, his hands having free rein of my body while he stood tall, his muscles on full display for my greedy eyes.
“Please,” I gasped, “I want—”
He filled me in one swift thrust, and I exploded, my walls clamping down hard around his thick cock. Vil groaned loudly, his hands squeezing my breasts as he leaned forward.
“Fuck, that was so tight,” he growled, breathing in deeply through his nose.
“It’s been a while,” I managed to get out with a helpless smile.
“It wasn’t a bad thing,” he replied, pulling out and sliding in again, that time without hesitation.
My muscles turned to mush as I slumped into the bed, unable to focus on controlling myself any further.
Vil took control of my body and pleasure, and I relinquished full command to him.
It was the right choice. He took me to heights I’d never experienced.
It was like he knew every sensitive, erotic part of my body.
His focus on my skin alone had me shuddering from a flick of a finger, a brush of the back of his hand, or the wash of his breath.
At some point, I found myself on top of him, his hands on my hips, guiding me up and down, while I grabbed at my nipples or clutched my head, my fingers gathering up my hair, his cock thrusting up into me nonstop.
It was Vil’s eyes at that moment, so utterly ablaze as he looked me up and down, over and over and over again.
His cock grew harder inside me as he gazed upon my body, and that gave me confidence.
I ground my hips into him, trying to capture ever more of his cock, even as I stretched to try to fit it.
His groans intensified, and I bucked harder. He thrust up into me, and my body shook. He dropped a hand and slid his thumb between my legs, playing with my clit for the first time since the start. I gasped, eyes wide, and Vil thrust harder and faster.
Vil’s eyes went wide, and I gasped as he erupted inside me, hot liquid warmth spilling out of him and deep into me. The sudden heat change was enough to send me over the edge, my nails digging into his chest as my cries filled the room.
I closed my eyes, slowly riding through the waves of pleasure as my muscles lost their strength and I slumped onto his broad, powerful chest, resting while my lungs heaved and my brain struggled to work, overwhelmed by the glow of endorphins spreading out from my brain to engulf my body.
“Wow,” Vil grunted, his pecs rising and falling easily, even with me lying on him. “That was … intense.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, kissing his skin softly, tasting the slight saltiness of sweat. “That was good. Really good.”
He kissed my forehead, eliciting happy noises from somewhere deep inside me as he pulled the sheets up over us.
“I’m glad you’re willing to take a chance here,” he said warmly, almost giddy. “With me, I mean. Now, all we have to do is take the Test, and nobody will be able to say you don’t have the soul of a dragon. They’ll all see you the way I see you.”
“Hold on. Back up,” I said, shaking my head as I slid off him. “What ‘test’?”