Chapter 41 – Vale
LOST TO NEED
VALE
There’s a moment of absolute calm. We’re bare, touching each other with gentle strokes, exploring each other in no hurry.
I lick, suck, and taste his skin. I learn his body.
My hands learn each dip, the softness of his skin, the hardness of his muscles, and each spot that makes him laugh.
I’ll never get enough. Will I feel this after he makes love to me?
Or will this fire become more of a smolder?
We’ve not had sex yet, but I realize the difference between making love and fucking now.
This isn’t just new to me, it’s new to Oliver.
With each touch he watches, memorizing every single detail.
I don’t want to forget a single second of this.
I lick the shadowed grooves of his abs. I press kisses into his skin.
I lick each fingertip. I caress each muscle. I make love to him with every touch.
“This is the difference between fucking and making love. I’m making love to you, Oliver. I’m giving you love with every kiss, every touch. I give you my body. I give you all my love. It’s intention, which has meaning, and I intend to give you every piece of me.”
I kiss his chest again, over the dragon that guards his heart. I turn my head to listen to each beat while he slides his fingers through my hair, a content smile on his face. Each resonating thump is so strong.
“I think you’re right. Do you hear that?” he whispers, then grabs my chin to tilt my head back so I’m forced to look at him. I look into his beautiful, bright green eyes so full of love. I’ve never been able to truly compare that unique color of green to anything else. “My heart, it beats for you.”
Tears fill my eyes. “I love you,” I gasp. I jump on top of him and press my lips to his. “I love you, so much.” Note that once I’ve said the words out loud, I can’t stop saying them. I’ll never hide those words again. I won’t be afraid to say them.
I kiss his mouth, his cheeks, his chin, and his forehead.
I even leave a kiss for the tip of his nose.
I stare into those eyes and they’re glowing, lit up just for me.
“Tell me you love me,” I say as I straddle his hips.
I roll my hips forward over his length. “Tell me you want me, only me.” I’m desperate for his words.
“I love you, Vale. I want you, only you. You’re mine.
” His words are possessive, and I love that.
I don’t mind belonging to him. I want to be entirely, irrevocably his.
He lifts up enough to lick my bottom lip, then he sucks it into his mouth, nipping at it.
I rock against him, his cock notched between the lips of my sex, lighting me on fire once more.
He runs his palms up the curve of my waist, cradling one breast.
My mouth drops open when I move at just the right angle, so that the flared head hits my clit. “Oh, God, I need you. I need you so deep, where it aches. I never knew desire could hurt so much.”
I’m like a demon possessed. I lift off his chest, grabbing my own head, squeezing my eyes shut as I rock my hips against him, getting his cock wet with my slick.
I shiver over him, my hips vibrating with the energy building up inside me like a static charge about to explode into the world.
I cry out a desperate moan to the heavens.
“Please, I need you inside me. I’m dying. You have to make it stop! Please, baby,” I beg. I’m so overwhelmed, so lost. My core clenches and my hips roll over him.
Oliver grabs my hips, stalling my movements with strong fingers that might leave bruises. I drop my arms, ready for a fight. But when I open my eyes, he’s watching me, and his look says it all—he knows that pain. He feels it too. He’s taking it all in. Eyes hooded in lust, Oliver Byron wants me.
“How do you want me, Vale?”
I smile, and without hesitation I say, “I want you on top, over me, filling me up. Don’t you want to know what I feel like wrapped around you?”
He moves like a monster with infinite speed and strength.
He grabs me and hauls me off him, then lays me down before him.
He smirks at me, showing a hint of fang.
It’s so hot when he gets cocky. I love his cocky mouth, his kissable dimples.
The way he threatens me with those sharp canines. I want those fangs buried in my flesh.
Oliver leans over the edge of the bed and opens a drawer.
I’m curious about what he keeps in there, but that’s for another time.
When he’s back, he has a small tube of something in his hand.
I think it’s lube, which doesn’t make sense because I’m soaking wet.
If I were any more wet, I’d drown the both of us.
I feel the knot form between my brows as he notices my confusion. “It’s lube. It’ll make it easier for you to take me. Trust me,” he says, needing me to trust that he knows what he’s doing. At least one of us does because I didn’t expect that.
“Have you been making plans?” I grin at him.
“Absolutely. I’ve been planning every way I’m going to take all your holes,” he says. When my eyes go wide, he smirks again. “I want all of them.”
I swallow nervously. I don’t think I can take him in every hole. He seems too big. I worry my lip for a moment, then blurt out, “You’ll only fuck me in the ass if I can fuck you. Fair is fair.” My face feels like it’s on fire. I can’t believe I just said that.
He smiles as he pours the lube on his fingers, then he leans down, demanding my attention.
“You surprise me. I didn’t think you’d be into that.
I thought you’d shy away from it. I should’ve known better.
” His smile is demonic, his lust so great it washes over me in an instant, creating visions.
I blink hard, trying to break away from the image.
I hadn’t meant to say what I said. I was intimidated and scared of what he threatened. I should have known he’d call my bluff. I’m about to lose my virginity to a Lilu, a lust demon. I shouldn’t be surprised that he’d be into something like that. He’s probably into all sorts of things.
Oliver leans closer to my ear, making it where I can’t see his face anymore. I feel his breath against my ear as his cold, lubricated fingers push into my body, so silky and smooth. The temperature difference makes me buck my hips.
“I’d let you fuck me. It’d be my pleasure,” he says, and his words make my pussy clench around his fingers that are massaging gently inside me. Oliver chuckles softly. “You like that thought, don’t you. Do you like it when I offer you control?”
I can’t speak, so I nod my head. He smiles against my ear, then nips my bottom lip with his teeth.
“My innocent girl and her dirty thoughts. I love that about you, Vale. I love your dark, little fantasies. I love how much you want me. My only question is are you ready for me? Because I’m ready to be inside you. ”
He crawls over my body, and I spread my legs wider, tilting my hips. Once again, he drops lube on his fingers and spreads it around inside me, pressing it up against that barrier. I’m going to come if he doesn’t stop. I don’t want to come till he’s filled me with every glorious inch of that cock.
“Oliver, stop,” I gasp. “I’m going to come, and I don’t want to without you inside me. Not yet.”
He removes his fingers and pours more lube for the third time. He massages it gently into my labia and finally over my clit. There’s a lot of slipperiness happening between my legs. It’s making a terrible mess on his bed.
Finally, he fills his palm with more lube and closes the cap, tossing it to the side. He cups his hand around his shaft, working it up and down, coating himself in that slipperiness. He works his fist over the crown, slathering the tip while I watch, my mouth watering at the sight.
“I want you inside me, please.” The words come out without any control as I stare unabashed at his thick length.
His cock is beautiful. The head is ruddy with color, almost red.
His shaft is thicker than my fist can wrap around, lined with bulging veins that throb as his blood rushes through it.
He’s even more beautiful when he strokes himself, a forbidden sight.
Some beautiful art hidden away from the world that only I get to see.
Oliver is on his knees between my thighs, waiting. When I finally look up, he leans forward, placing gentle kisses over my hip bones, my stomach. As he gets to my ribs, it makes me giggle, and I jerk away.
“Ticklish,” he says with a content smile, and I nod my head.
When he gets to my breasts he presses slightly at my entrance, letting me feel him.
His mouth opens so wide that his jaw pops.
He suckles a nipple and at least a quarter of my breast into his mouth.
My hips react to this new feeling, lifting to take more of him.
He lifts his head and my nipple pops free from his mouth. “Be careful, baby.”
“I can’t wait anymore.” I’m doing my best not to cry because I’m on fire.
I grab his ass cheeks, arching my body into him, yanking him closer.
He sinks in maybe an inch, but it’s not nearly enough.
I scream with frustration, losing my ever-loving mind.
He rocks his hips back and takes all the air in my lungs with him. “Please, Oliver!”
“Vale, we do this together.”
When I look into his electric-green eyes my heart calms. “Together,” I whisper, and he slides inside a little farther. I tense because it’s uncomfortable. He feels too big. I’m worried he’ll never fit.
“I’ll do my best not to hurt you,” he says the words against the center of my chest. “Tell me if it’s too much, too soon. I’ll stop.”