Chapter 4 – Vale #2
He smiles like a predator, his canines a bit overpronounced like a sexy vampire from a romance novel.
He looks sinful there in the dark, kneeling in front of me as if he worships me and me alone.
This isn’t a normal situation. It’s too much.
This man isn’t normal, not in the slightest and sadly neither am I.
“When you touch yourself, do you come quickly?”
My cheeks redden with embarrassment and my body shrinks away, put off by the inquiry. “I don’t do that,” I lie.
I’ve done it a lot lately. Every time I think about this man my panties get wet and I touch myself worrying if I should be so wound up over a man I barely know, who's way too old for me and way too hot to ever be interested.
Though his presence right now proves me wrong.
I think Oliver wants me. Is that even possible?
His smile gets bigger. It’s a hungry smile, his eyes hooded with lust.
“There’s no shame in it. I fantasized about you the night we met.
I stroked myself with thoughts of that long, copper hair wrapped around my fist as I kissed you.
I thought about how your eyes would light up when I make you come for the first time.
I thought about how your fingers tasted in my mouth, about what the rest of you would taste like. ”
I try to move away because of the fire in his eyes, the desperation in his words.
The truth is it scares me. I fall onto my ass with a wince, unable to hold myself up as he chuckles and sprawls out across the wooden slats.
He looks up at the sky. I lay back and join him in his gaze, though I turn back to watch him after only a few seconds.
He’s quiet now, and close, but nowhere near as close as he was when he was kneeling in front of me. I’m so embarrassed, and a part of me wants to run away. There’s more of me that hopes he’ll continue his dirty talk. I want those filthy words whispered in the dark.
Oliver faces me and our eyes meet, but this time it’s different.
His face is calm, less amused by my reactions.
His look is serene as he soaks up the darkness around us.
It’s as if he really wants to disappear into it.
He flickers in and out of the shadows as if he’s one with them.
He revels in the tendrils that wrap around him like a lover.
“I’m sad because you didn’t think about me after I left. I can’t get you out of my head. I’ve thought of little else. You haunt me.”
I know the feeling.
I look away, swallowing hard. It’s probably a trick, but his words make me feel like I’m not so alone in all this desire. I try to make out Antares flashing behind the churning clouds. I can’t look at him when I say it. I can’t.
“I’ve thought about you. I’ve fantasized as well.
I’ve touched myself thinking about you more than once, but it’s embarrassing to admit it.
I can’t believe I’m telling you now. This whole situation is crazy.
You’re a man and men don’t look at me the way you do.
No one has ever looked at me the way you do. ”
There it is—the truth. I knew he’d never let me hide.
I hear him move, and I turn to face him. His body is facing mine and, like a mirror, I change my position mimicking his. He reaches his fingers out to pull a loose strand of my hair away from my face. His fingers a whisper light touch over my cheek.
“You’re wrong. I bet many men look at you the same way. They want you. I want you,” he struggles to admit it. He pulls back when I wish he’d get closer.
I reach out, pressing my hand over his heart. He stiffens at my touch, narrowing his gaze on my hand and I question what I’m doing. I worry my bottom lip with my teeth. He looks almost like my touch hurts him.
“I want you,” I admit and his eyes grow bright in the darkness. Those beautiful swirling eyes.
I take my chances, and I climb over him. I’m straddling his waist as he stares up at me. He doesn’t move. He looks pained, jaw tight as I wiggle my hips over his. His palms are flat against the wooden slats, fingertips digging in as if he has to hold on to something or he’ll be tempted to touch me.
I’m nervous when I press both hands to his chest and shift my hips. He groans as I move against him, our bodies barely separated by fabric. I feel him grow and thicken below me. It’s exhilarating, knowing that it’s a reaction to me, to my body, to the way I roll my hips against him.
“Vale, stop.”
I’m hurting him. I must be. I stop moving, even though I’m filled with such desperation for him. My hips jerk against his before I can stand, it’s my body’s last ditch effort to find some sort of release.
I’m going to stand up, but I’m thrown onto my back, hitting so hard that I’ll have bruises tomorrow.
As he settles between my thighs, the Oliver from five minutes ago is gone.
His eyes have gone dark, black veining out from his pupils, bleeding into the whites of his eyes.
He looks like an angel damned to Hell, falling as I watch, unable to stop his descent into madness.
He’s moving on instinct not intellect, an animal, a beast. He presses his hips against mine, grinding down hard between my legs.
His movements are like the purest oxygen, breathing new life into me as I moan and squirm below him.
I become a different person, unable to ever be that innocent girl again as I fail my parents and embrace this sin.
This is who Oliver truly is, a demon tempter.
Just like the demon Asmodeus. Just like me.
I’m shaking below him, my body high on adrenaline that’s telling me to escape, but I can’t because I’m completely entranced by him.
He leans in, his fingers running through my hair, grabbing hold, and pulling my head back, forcing my body to arch to his will.
I can’t breathe. I can’t move. I feel so much.
The bulge in his jeans presses against my wet shorts, stimulating my clit. He feels so good.
He presses his nose into my collarbone. I can hear his sharp intake of air as he breathes me in.
That’s exactly what it is, he’s breathing me in, taking part of my soul with him, into him, stealing it away.
When he grinds himself against me, I cry out for more, aching, almost at that pinnacle, almost dying from pleasure as he takes and takes, big gulps that consume my soul with each deafening inhale.
His tongue darts out, licking a hot path up my neck, over my chin, and to my lips.
His lips are gentle, his hip movements monstrous.
His eyes are closed tight as he kisses me.
I’ve never been kissed before. The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen is hovering over me, grinding against my body as his hot lips press against mine.
I’m alive. I feel everything. I lick at the seam of his lips, opening for him, tasting him for the first time, sweet like chocolate, spicy like sin.
His eyes open and they’re still dark, his pupils overcoming the deep green; they’re almost entirely black now.
He leans back almost as if to stop, but I follow.
I press my lips against his. Our lips move together as if in a dance.
“Please,” I whisper against his mouth. “Don’t stop.”
He changes his mind and opens his mouth, pressing his tongue into mine, curling it against my own as I gasp.
One of his hands is running down the length of my body to the junction of my thighs.
His hips move and he grabs those tiny shorts by the crotch and rips them apart.
It’s prophetic because I get the feeling he’s going to tear me apart too.
I smile against his lips as I raise my hand, thrusting it into his hair and pulling out the band.
His long hair falls around his face. It’s much longer than I realized.
As I reach to move it back, his finger thrusts up inside me so hard I scream.
All the air in my lungs escapes as I stare up at him with wide eyes.
His finger is long and it feels so deep, pumping in and out.
He watches my face, lost in lust and hunger maybe, I’m not entirely sure.
He studies me as he adds another finger. I cry out as he stretches me more.
“Are you sure you’d want to take a monster inside you?” he asks with a sadistic grin.
I can’t imagine wanting anything else. I’ll die if he stops now. My lips are dry as I try to speak. I arch my hips forward when he curls his fingers inside me. “Yes, I want you.”
It takes all my concentration to move my hand from his hair.
I reach toward the button on his jeans. I’ve never done this before, and I’m clumsy.
I claw at the button, barely able to get it through the hole, but all my dreams center around what’s inside his pants right now.
How he’ll use it to take this bone deep ache away.
I need him inside me. I have to have him.
I free the button and pull the zipper down, which is much faster in comparison.
I reach my hand inside his pants and curl my fist around his hot length.
I pull him out as gently as I can. He’s bigger than I could’ve ever imagined, my hand barely wraps around his thickness.
I feel the moisture seeping out of me where he’s still pumping his fingers.
“Will you fit?” I ask innocently. I look into his eyes as I begin to explore the bulbous head of his cock. It’s wet just like me.
“I’ll make it fit. No one will ever make you come like I can. I’ll make sure of it. Now spread your legs for me,” he demands. I comply, getting hot over his words.
Oliver steals his cock from my hands. He strokes down, then back up, pumping it in a tight fist, then wiping the wetness all over the tip. He can’t take his eyes off the spot between my legs.
I’m quaking with excitement. I can’t look away. I can’t stop the reaction I’m having to him as he jacks himself off in front of me. It may be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. This is what he did when he was alone, wanting me.
He braces himself on one hand and rubs the tip against my slit, getting it soaked in my juices. I’m ready to explode. I need him. Right now. I tilt my hips up to greet him. “Please, I’ll do anything,” I beg like a slave to his whims.
He doesn’t warn me. He forces his hips forward and spears me on his cock.
It’s tearing me in two. He pulls out once, that wide crown holding me open, then he thrusts again and his hips finally meet mine.
I scream into the night as the rain comes, light at first, a few drops against my overly heated skin.
It hurts where he’s torn me open. It hurts and stings so bad, like salt in an open wound.
The pain opens the floodgates for my tears.
Tears fall down the sides of my cheeks as he stares at me from above. He wears a monstrous grin, a smile I should hate. The smile of someone who enjoys my pain, who revels in it. It’s a smile that should scare me, at the very least it should intimidate me, but it does nothing of the sort.
“You’re mine now,” he says. And with those words he tastes my tears, licking up my pain, feeding on it like a devil.
I nod my head in agreement as he starts to move.
I feel every thick, painful inch of him.
I wince every time he bottoms out inside me.
It’s excruciating how hard he fucks into me.
But no matter how bad it hurts, no matter how helpless I feel in those moments, I can’t break free from the pleasure that floods me.
Somehow, he feels so good. I hope he never stops.
Oliver licks his lips as he pumps in and out of me, grinding when his hips meet mine as if he’s trying to make more room inside me.
His violent thrusts are all it takes, and I explode around him, tiny stars bursting into my vision as I cry out his name, arching my spine so my body can get closer. Then he’s moving fast, inhumanly fast.
“Remember I’m your monster, Vale. I’ll fill your dreams full of sexual devotion and loving, beautiful words, but one day you’ll understand there’s a price for this, this gentleness.
This barely whispered pleasure. You’ll understand at some point how you’ve attracted a monster, someone who could just as easily kill you as fuck you till you pass out.
“I’m all wrong for you, but you don’t want what’s right. I see it in your eyes every time you look at me. I see it in those innocent smiles. I won’t be able to stay out of that tight, little cunt now. I want to live inside it and tear it apart. I’ll make it hurt so good, baby.”
I cry as he abandons all masks of lovemaking and fucks into me like the monster he claims to be.
I feel pain and pleasure swirling, becoming one, new.
I feel shame and lust. I feel so much with him plunging inside me that I can’t take it anymore.
I’m over the edge again, making him laugh and rejoice in my pain, my pleasure. He knows I like it. I love it so much.
Then he’s kissing me again, lifting my hips up as he pounds inside me, awkwardly stumbling now as if he’s lost to a new rhythm.
Deeper and deeper he goes, punishing my body for the pleasure he’s given.
He’s lost in it, just like me. He’s fucking my mouth with his tongue in the same rhythm as he rams into my hips, then he rears back with a roar, and I see the truth. He’s a monster.
His skin turns dark and his fangs lengthen, looking as sharp as knives. Growling, he plunges deep, pressing me harder into the platform. All the veins in his neck stick out as wings lift up and out from his back.
I know this beast. I know him! But he’s different, he’s never touched me like this.
Then he’s over me and I can’t think about anything else but how he feels.
I wrap my arms around him, holding him to my body, wanting him to stay.
He strikes, his fangs tearing into my skin the way his cock tore into my body.
He’s drinking me down, huge gulps of blood.
The world tilts as the rain plunges down against us so hard it stings my skin.
I sigh in love and fear. I let go. I’m free.
“I love you,” I whisper. “I’m yours.”
The world spins and nothing makes sense. My vision swims, unfocused as the pounding of my heart drowns out all the sound in the world. It beats in my temples, taking my breath with it. I’m dying. I have before.
I can’t take in one breath, not one.
This is the end.
I die.