Chapter 6 – Oliver #4
She swallows hard as her temperature rises.
I can hear those wheels turning in her head.
I’m almost offended it’s taking her so long to reply.
I wait for her decision as I settle between her thighs, my hips heavy against her hot core.
This is so fucking wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t stop. I’m moving on impulse.
I’ll have to put more effort into controlling these urges in the future. I could destroy this girl. But I don’t want to. I want to see her thrive, to live, to dream. I want her to burn bright, and I want to witness her fire.
“I want you to be my first kiss, Oliver, but I don’t want to have sex yet. I don’t know if I’m ready,” she explains so sweetly.
She could never truly be ready for me. She can never be mine. That’s what stings the most. I could never ask her on a date or get to know her the way she deserves. I’d get one chance at making love to her. I’m a one-night kind of man, love ’em and leave ’em. It’d never bothered me till recently.
“Trust me, Vale. I’d never force myself on you.
I swear it.” I would never do something like that.
I could do a lot of damage, but I’d never do that.
What I get from sex cannot be taken, only given.
Rape is a thing I despise. It’s the worst type of being who takes something so beautiful and destroys it for another.
“I won’t take anything from you that you aren’t willing to give. Only a kiss and only if you want it.” It’s a promise I truly believe I can keep.
Her hand is at my cheek, her warmth seeping into my skin. She searches my face for an answer and once she has it, she whispers, “Kiss me.” Her breathy whisper may be the two most beautiful words I’ve ever heard put together.
I revel in her desire for a moment. It’s thick in the air, pressing against me, calling to my soul, my hunger awakening even though I’d fed recently.
Then I get an idea, and I wonder how she’ll react.
I gather her long hair in my fist, the way she talked about in her dream, and I wrap the red strands around it.
I pull, not enough to hurt her, but just to tilt her head back.
“Is this how I did it in your dream?” I ask softly, so close to her face I know she feels the warmth of my breath against her lips.
Vale’s breath quickens, her pulse visible underneath the pale skin of her throat.
The scent of her arousal is stronger, like honey, sweet against my tongue.
Her scent is intoxicating. I wonder if it’s because she’s untouched or if it’s uniquely her.
I should know the answers to all these questions, I’ve been around long enough.
I just haven’t witnessed a goddess being born.
That’s what she is, a goddess coming to life in my hands.
“Yes,” she sighs, and she tilts her head back, baring her neck for me in surrender. I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman in all my life.
“Are you ready, Vale?”
She can’t speak, but I take her slight nod as an answer.
I lean down, making our bodies flush against each other, and her legs wrap around my hips.
This is it. My lips press softly against her neck where her scent is so strong, so pleasing.
I drag my lips along her throat, needing the taste of her skin, as her body twitches against mine.
Her chest heaves as if she can’t take in enough air.
When our lips finally meet, I’m all softness, just a slight pressure as I look into her aqua eyes.
Below me, her body heats to a fever pitch and her thighs tremble around my hips.
I’ve barely touched her, yet her entire body reacts to mine.
It pleases me to no end to feel how sensitive she is to me.
I groan against her lips, letting her know she isn’t alone in this.
I’m with her every step of the way. She opens for me as I lick at the seam of her lips, tasting her sweetness for the first time.
In that moment, I know I’ll never be able to let her go the way I should.
There’s nothing she can do to get away from me.
I mourn this bright star before me as it pulses with beauty and desire.
She’s lit up for me. I don’t want to snuff out her flames, but I fear it’s the road we’re heading down.
I tangle my tongue with hers. She licks, sucks, and bites at my lips as I rock gently against her thighs, unable to stop myself.
This is heaven. This feels like everything I’ve ever been denied.
She offers me a moment of peace, warming the desperate, icy coldness within my soul.
I don’t feel so lonely when she wraps her arms around my neck, holding my head closer so I can’t escape.
She doesn’t want to let me go. Little does she know that I want to be trapped in her innocent embrace. I like being there so, so much.
Vale closes her eyes. I don’t want to lose that intimacy, but she can’t take anymore. I allow it because I don’t want to scare her away. I don’t want to lose this moment. I want it to go on and on. I want to see everything, feel everything.
“Oliver,” she gasps against my lips as her arms falter around my neck. Instead of letting both arms drop, one fist grips inside my shirt, against my abdomen. Her touch is like fire, branding me. She’s burning up. I realize something too late, but I smile anyway. She is perfection.
“Look at me, Vale. Please look at me,” I whisper against her lips.
Vale opens her lovely, jewel-like eyes. Mine have gone black as I feel the beast rise inside me, ready to feed.
She meets my monster with a smile instead of cowering in fear, and her embrace tightens around me.
I’m moved by the honor she’s bestowing upon me.
She digs her heels into my ass, pulling me closer.
Her entire body quakes as if she can’t contain it, even though she’s desperately trying to.
I have to swallow her moans as she comes undone. She’s coming so hard against me, her spine arching, her hips jerking against mine. Her breathing is rapid and uneven against my lips.
I feed, not because I can take it, but because she’s giving it to me, forcing her essence deep inside me.
She’s making me take her pleasure. I don’t know how she’s doing it or if she understands what she’s doing.
I taste her honeyed essence on my tongue as I gulp it down like ambrosia, swallowing a little part of her.
The beast inside me growls, She’s mine!
When she stops shaking and her hips are still, I pull back. I’m inches from her, looking down into her wide eyes, studying her beautiful face as she tries to steady her breath. I’m amazed by her. What is she thinking? I’m about to say something when she stops me.
“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. The way my body reacts to you. The way I—” She can’t finish the sentence, her cheeks so red. I know what she’s trying to say.
I reverently cup her cheeks in my palms. I know she’s right. This thing between us is unique. This is something else entirely. Mortals don’t share their essence. I don’t know how she did it. Somehow she fed me, purposely. Is she one of us? I don’t know if any immortal can do what she did.
“You mean, no one ever comes from a kiss. Are you so sure about that?”
“Does that usually happen when you kiss someone? I mean, it just happened, but I don’t understand.
I thought . . . I don’t know what I thought,” she says as she shakes her head and pulls me down against her.
She isn’t trying to kiss me, she wants a cuddle and to hide her face against my chest again.
“It’s not something I’ve ever experienced, to be honest. But I’m pleased,” I say. And again, it's the truth. It was beautiful. I knew I was good at fucking, but I’d never made a woman come from my kiss alone. It was hot. I’m tempted to see if she’ll do it again.
Instead of kissing her again though, I roll off her. I can’t be thinking about wanting things to happen again. I can’t get trapped with those thoughts. This is my m.o.: Leave them when it’s over. It’s time I left her to sleep and stew over what happened. She grabs my wrist before I can flee.
“Stay with me,” she insists, her words whispered, yet brimming with desperation.
The need in her eyes is a profound hunger that makes my chest ache.
She needs me. She needs my support after I shook her world and turned it upside down.
If I walk away right now, it’ll hurt her.
I’ll prove how worthless I really am. It’s what I should do, what I need to do.
But I’ve opened Pandora’s box for her. She needs me to get through this. I’m not prepared for the aftermath, but I stay for her because I don’t want her to know a single second of pain, especially not caused by me. She’s too precious to break.
“Alright, but only until dawn. If Nick catches me here, he’ll kill me. Then he’ll ship you off to Sierra Leone so your parents can deal with you,” I tell her before slipping my arms around her and pulling her against me.
Vale kisses my lips nervously, looking into my eyes, then she quickly turns away. We align, my body spooning against hers. She fits against me so well, and I feel at peace. I want to sleep like this beside her, but it’s not possible. It’s strange wanting these things for the first time.
She falls asleep quickly, which surprises me.
She seemed so nervous only minutes ago, but now she’s trusting.
I close my eyes, thinking about our kiss.
All the passion within her burned so hot while she was in my arms. She’s going to make men fall to their knees and beg for her attention.
In one way, I want to be around to see it; in another, it seems like my worst nightmares come to life.
She doesn’t realize it yet, but there are men much better than me out there, who would give their balls to have someone half as beautiful as her.
For the first time in a long time, I look forward to the future and what it will bring.
My one hope is that it will bring her back to me, one day, when she’s ready.
When she’s more experienced. Her innocence and youth are intimidating.
Still, I want to have my one night with her.
I’ll only get one chance and fuck if that doesn’t hurt my heart for some reason.
The heart I didn’t realize I had anymore.