Chapter 16 – Oliver #2
“I’d willingly burn in Hell for a moment inside you.” The words escape my mouth before I can stop myself. It’s the truth. She thinks I crave her secrets, but I just gave her mine. I shouldn’t have said it.
Vale turns to look at me, her eyes sad. She’s scared of something and for a moment she presses two fingers to her throat. “I don’t want to send you to Hell.” The way she says it, like I’m precious to her already, touches something in my heart that’s been long dead.
I press my lips against hers. “Does this feel like a sin?”
She shakes her head. Her eyes are unable to hide every ounce of pain, every bit of suffering she’s gone through. I want to protect her. I want to take the pain away.
“You feel like the only heaven I’ve ever known.” She turns in my arms so she faces me fully. I run the palm of my right hand up over her spine under her shirt. She stares at me, then giggles so suddenly it surprises me. I raise my brow in question.
“I can’t take you seriously with your hair like that.”
I grab the elastic band in my hair and tug it out. “Don’t like a man bun?” I ask with a smile of my own.
She reaches up and runs her hands through my hair, and I lean into her touch like a cat. Her fingers are so gentle though she can’t break me. “That’s better,” she murmurs as she checks her work.
“It’s too long.”
She looks at me with worry in her eyes. “It’s perfect. Don’t change it.”
I grab the clip in her hair and take it out, tossing it to her bag. I run one hand through the lovely copper strands. She leans back into my touch and closes her eyes in pleasure. Such simple things give the greatest pleasure.
“I brought you here to watch the stars,” she says, even as she tilts her head back farther, arching her neck.
The long column of her pale throat is sensual.
I lean in to kiss it, to taste it. I run kisses down until my lips touch her collarbone.
I tug on the fabric of her top so it exposes the tops of her perfect breasts, then I flatten my tongue and lick across each one.
The way she trembles at each touch makes me smile against her skin. I love those honest reactions. I overwhelm her defenses completely. She can’t hide when I’m touching her.
“I like the stars,” I whisper against her skin. “The stars are nice but no offense, the stars aren’t you.”
Vale grabs my head and pulls it up so we can look at each other.
I’m not sure what’s about to happen, her wheels are turning again.
I place my palm on her cheek, and she turns into my hand and kisses each of my fingers.
Then she presses her hand against mine and forces it down her body the way I’d done earlier.
She watches me with heated eyes as my hand reaches the top of her panties.
I screwed up.
“You told me to tell you what I want, what I need. So I’m telling you. I’ll do anything for you if you touch me.” There’s a need so great in her voice, I can’t say no. I don’t think I’m capable of denying her.
I dip my hand into her panties and her breathing ratchets up. She’s soaked and it only takes me a moment to find her slit. She’s on fire. “Are you ready for me?” I ask, my lips tilted up in a cavalier smile.
“Yes,” she whispers. “I need you so much.”
My fingers make contact with her clit. I’ve never seen a mortal jump so fast in my life.
Her thighs immediately close and clamp down on my hand as though I’m prey stuck in her honeyed trap.
She cries out as though she’s in pain, closing her eyes tightly.
She’s about to levitate off the ground. Her essence vibrates in the air, a quivering heat that scorches even as it soothes a deep ache inside me.
I feel the little bud of her desire, feel her blood rush under her skin as it swells at my touch. I smile down at her, devilishly. “Not broken, baby. You feel perfect.”
Vale opens her eyes. She looks as if she’ll cry at any moment, but I don’t want her to. I need to distract her from that sadness. I move my middle finger against her gently. Her hips lift into my hand like she can’t get enough.
“Fuck!”
I bend over her breast. “Watch me,” I say against her tits. Her nipples are sticking straight up, pushing through the thin fabric. I open my mouth and bite one. She moans as I tease her with my teeth.
She’s tugging at my shirt, reaching underneath.
The moment she touches my skin, I groan.
All of Vale’s touches are gentle now, but one day she’s going to claw at my back while she screams my name.
I can see it in my mind so clearly. She’ll draw blood when she comes. The beast suddenly hums in delight.
I want to be her man for a little while. I need to heal that heart. I need to make her feel good and praise every beautiful inch of her. I need to make her understand that she’s not bad. She isn’t a demon. She’s a gorgeous woman who has needs and her needs are okay.
I growl against her skin. “You’re so wet. Is that for me?”
Vale grabs my face in both her hands, forcing me to look at her. She’s looking into my eyes with a feral type of desperation. “It’s only ever been for you. Don’t you understand that. Only for you.”
I growl like the monster I am. There’s some sort of sick pride that I’m the only man who's ever made her wet. My beast revels in it. I revel in it. I kiss her so hard our teeth clang together. Her lips tremble against mine as she pulls me closer.
Vale moans into my mouth, squeezing me to her so tightly, as one of her hands holds my head, and the other moves up my shirt against my ribs, making its way to my shoulder.
I feel her sucking in breath after breath, like oxygen isn’t enough to feed her fire anymore.
She’s trembling, and there’s a buzz in the air like electricity.
That’s when I feel it. Her whole body is vibrating with it.
“Don’t stop,” she cries out.
I circle her clit with two fingers now and press down harder. “I’ll never stop,” I growl.
“Good, you shouldn’t.” She moans and her hand starts to roam down my body.
She wants to touch me, but I can’t let her. I’m on edge. When she makes it to my pants I shake my head. “Not tonight, not yet,” I tell her. “Tonight’s about you, baby.”
“I want to touch you,” she pleads against my mouth. “I want you so much.”
“So impatient,” I say, trying to ease her.
“Impatient for you.”
I swirl my fingers over her, pressing harder over her clit. Vale closes her eyes and tightens her grasp on me. “Come for me,” I groan. “I need it. Come on my fingers, baby.”
Vale lies back on the blanket, then grabs my hand that’s down her pants and holds it to her.
She presses my fingers against her harder.
She bends her knees and starts to lift her hips, grinding herself against my fingers.
It’s such a wondrous sight I’ll never be able to unsee it.
She’s losing her inhibitions, not caring what she looks like.
She’s not worrying that she’s broken or evil.
She’s existing for the pleasure she takes so readily. She’s letting go.
Vale’s losing herself in my touch. She presses her other hand against her breast and squeezes.
“I like that,” I groan. “Does it feel good touching those perfect tits?”
My words make her hips start to jerk harder and I smile, delighted. Vale likes dirty talk. “Are you imagining what it’s going to be like when I fuck you? I’ll be so deep inside you that you’ll never want me out. Do you ache for it?” I ask but never get an answer.
“I’m going to come!” she screams out so loud I’m thankful for the quarry’s seclusion.
I lean over her, smiling down. “That’s right, come all over my hand. Come for me.”
She digs her hips into the ground as her back arches. She opens her mouth and the sweetest, sharp intake of breath cuts through the night. I gorge on her energy, and this time it’s so intense I come. My hand shakes under hers while she cries out through the rest of her release.
Vale collapses, spent. She’s breathing hard, her eyes still closed.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a beautiful sight.
I want to etch this moment into my memory so I never forget what she gave me.
When she’s gone one day, I’ll still remember how I got to touch the most beautiful woman in the world.
That I got to see her let go in the sweetest of surrenders.