Chapter 25 – Vale
SKIN AGAINST SKIN
VALE
Oh, my God! Oliver is licking and biting at the cheeks of my ass.
I think he’s losing it. It’s so wrong how he touches me, but if I’m truthful, his mouth on any part of me feels exactly right.
I’m freaking out. I don’t know which way is up.
I don’t know what to do or how to move. I don’t know if I want to stay in his grasp or run away.
No, that’s a lie. I want him, but he pushed me away.
Now he’s acting like he owns me. The man makes my head spin.
I’m close to exploding. I can’t do this.
I can’t breathe. He’s so focused on how he’s touching me I take the chance to move.
I turn my body and look down at where he’s on his knees on the stone floor.
His dark hair is wet and long down his back.
It curls around his face in dark tendrils, sticking to the drops of water that glow in the overhead light.
Oliver looks up at me through his thick lashes.
His eyes are dark as night now, his pale cheeks flushed, his mouth partially open with those fangs showing.
He’s not human. “Are you going to hurt me? Will you let me go?” The words come out in breathy pants as I stare at this magnificent male on his knees.
Oliver smiles. “Never,” he answers, and his voice is an octave lower than normal, so gravelly it makes me shiver.
He grabs his cock in a tight fist, and I suck in a deep breath as he strokes himself.
I’m enamored by what I’m seeing, studying the way his fist pumps up over his thick girth.
I have to know how he likes to be touched.
“So this is what you want?” His strokes get faster. “You like watching.”
I shake my head before I can say anything.
“No, I don’t want to watch.” It’s the truth.
“It’s too late for watching.” There’s safety in watching, but I don’t want to be safe.
I want the danger. I want to touch him. I want him in my hands, in my mouth, inside my body where he belongs.
I want him to brand my body in the basest of ways. I want to be his.
His smile falters at my words, but before he can say anything, I sink to the floor in front of him.
The water is still warm and flowing over both of us.
I reach out my hand and hold his cheek in my palm.
I halt his hand on his cock with my own, then look into his eyes, hoping against hope he understands that it's him I want.
“I want you. Do you understand that? I don’t want someone else touching you. I don’t want to watch you touch yourself. I want to touch you. I want to be the one who makes you come. I want to feel everything. You were right last night, I do want it all. I want every single piece of you.”
I want to be his reason for smiling.
“Oliver, I don’t have a lot to offer you in return. Just know that I offer every single piece of me. You don’t need to threaten that you own me, I’ll never deny it. I’m yours.”
“Come with me now.”
Oliver turns the shower off, then lifts me up, cradling me in his arms, against his warm chest. I think he likes holding me.
I place the palm of my right hand on the base of his neck and his lips twitch.
I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on as he speeds back into the bedroom we started in.
He throws me down on the bed and I laugh.
I make my way up the bed and lean back into the large, fluffy pillows.
He crawls on his hands and knees toward me. Each movement is controlled, each muscle contracting and relaxing as he makes his way slowly closer. The look in his eyes is all demand and possession. Oliver wants me and I want to be his, only his.
“I need to taste you.” His need isn’t like my own. It’s not like the need I have to be normal or the need for acceptance. No, his need is for survival. He needs to taste me now to live through this moment. The desperation in his eyes overwhelms me.
I spread my legs for him, but he grabs my thighs with bruising fingers.
He pushes my thighs farther apart, stretching my muscles tight.
Up until this moment, his eyes were meeting mine, but now they’re drawn to my center.
He gasps before licking his wicked lips.
The sight makes my inner muscles clench.
“Such a pretty little pussy. I dream about how tight you’re going to be around me when I’m balls deep inside you.
” He takes a deep breath, then our eyes meet.
“One day, I’m going to let you have all of it, every single inch.
” Those dirty words come out between smirking lips, and his look nearly undoes me.
He won’t take my virginity tonight. Not yet. I don’t want to wait, but for some reason he does. I’ve heard such awful things about guys rushing girls to fuck them that his denying me throws me off. It doesn’t make any sense why he isn’t giving in. I want him to give in.
Oliver kneels between my legs, bowing over me, his mouth an inch from my center.
Each breath against me is teasing and makes me wetter and wetter.
This anticipation is as sweet as it is frustrating, but he never seems rushed.
When he takes one long swipe between the lips of my sex and my entire body reacts.
My thighs twitch around his head as my breathing picks up.
He pulls back after that first swipe, and I sit up on my elbows, eyes wide. He watches me with those fathomless, alien-black eyes. If I was a smart girl, one with any sort of self-preservation, I’d have been afraid. Instead, I get lost in them. Those obsidian depths call to some darkness within me.
I grab his jaw and glide my thumb underneath his bottom lip. “How are you real?” I whisper. He doesn’t say anything, so I lie back again.
Oliver takes a quick lick, then lifts up again so he can watch me lose it. “Good?” he asks, but I can’t speak. I just nod my head, too overwhelmed by his presence, his touch. “I’ve been thinking about doing this to you all day,” he admits.
He drops down, licking around my folds, sucking my clit between his lips. Then his tongue goes farther down, circling my entrance while my body quakes with an impending orgasm. He pulls back again and smirks devilishly, his lips and chin shining with my wetness.
“Please, I don’t want you to stop,” I beg, and he presses a gentle kiss against each thigh. He’s teasing me, and it’s lighting an angry fire in my chest.
When he leans forward again, I grab his head. I dig my fingers through his hair, grasping his scalp and holding him to me. He chuckles against my core. “No patience,” he says, and it vibrates through my center, making my stomach muscles tighten.
Oliver tongues my hole. Round and round he circles it, teasing me.
I’m so hot and frustrated I tighten my hand in his hair.
It urges him on, and he thrusts his tongue inside me till it hits the barrier of my virginity, never breaking through even though I want him too.
In and out he thrusts, humming as he fucks me.
But it isn’t enough, and I lean back against the pillows, hissing in frustration.
I lift my hips toward his face and try to grind against his mouth.
“I need,” I gasp, not knowing what I needed, only knowing I needed more of it.
“I know what you need,” he growls against me, making me twitch with need.
He pulls his tongue out of me, flattening and dragging it up over my sensitive flesh.
Then he changes direction and firms his tongue up while circling my clit.
My hips shoot up from the bed. I start to move with his tongue as I reach for that pinnacle.
He thrusts a finger inside me, then two, but he’s careful not to go too deep.
He’s being so cautious. But he doesn’t understand the utter emptiness inside me where I ache for him.
He doesn’t understand this pain. The pain I’ve had every day since I met him.
I’m burning inside. Flames are licking every inch of my skin, which feels too tight with this coming storm. My thighs are shaking, my heart pounding in my chest, my jaw is tight, and I feel the pressure inside me build more and more.
He growls, “Come for me, love,” against my pussy and that’s all I need. Only his demands for my pleasure.
Then I truly scream, my hips bucking against his face. I can’t hold on to his head any longer. I’m lost as I arch my spine and clench my fists. My head flies back and I cry out to the heavens, shaking as he pulses his tongue against me.
“Oh, my God,” I cry, tears filling my eyes. But he doesn’t stop. He continues licking and sucking at my clit, ramping the pleasure up till I don’t know if I can take anymore. I’m weightless, lost in the universe, floating on the pleasure he’s forced me to feel.
Little aftershocks fill me as he climbs up my body. He kisses me hard, our teeth gnashing together as he tilts my chin so he can take charge. I taste myself on his lips. Why do I like that so much, knowing he’s been there? My body is still climbing higher. I’m losing myself in this man.
Oliver lifts up on his elbows and stares down at me, smiling.
Gently, he caresses under my eye and over my cheek with his thumb.
I kiss his fingertips and smile back at him.
He makes me so happy. I want to fade into that dizzy feeling he creates in me.
I want to live there always, in the warmth of his eyes.
His long hair is still damp, curling around his cheeks, the elastic long gone, and he looks out of this time, out this world. He looks like some heathen warrior god above me. It falls in a curtain around his face, draping us in shadows as he studies my face. He sees more of me than anyone ever has.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say, unable to hold the words in. He’s perfect, on a level that shouldn’t exist.