Chapter 41 – Vale #2
I gulp air into my lungs as he slowly sinks deeper.
He hits the barrier inside, and I reach for his shoulders, sinking my nails in, holding him there, tears filling my eyes.
“Oliver,” I cry. “It hurts.” To his credit, Oliver backs off a bit, relieving the pressure, easing the pain.
I sigh in relief while he studies my face.
“Women are cursed to hurt,” I tell him as tears slide down over my temples into my hair. “I’m sorry.” He adjusts his body so he can reach for my face with one hand. He’s all I can see and it makes the tears come harder. Why does it have to hurt?
“You’re not cursed. You and me, we’re blessed more than most. We’ve found each other. We are love. We are one. I was built for you and you for me. I’ll ease your pain,” he tells me with such a sincere look.
“You have,” I cry. “You don’t know how bleak the world was before I met you. I died a little, every day.” I brush his hair back from his face and smile up at him, tucking the strand behind one ear. I grasp his head in my hands. “You saved me.”
His eyes go soft, and he nods his head. “That’s what you meant yesterday. You must know that you saved me as well, Vale.” I do know. I felt his loneliness, the pain inside him.
“Do you want me to continue?” he asks, searching my eyes for the answer.
“I do,” I say. “Kiss me.”
I gasp when he presses his lips against mine because the movement makes him slide in deeper.
One of his hands slides between my legs.
He pets my mound softly, calming me. His finger glides through my slit and he touches my clit.
I arch back into the pillows. I stare up at him while he slides out and back in, hitting the barrier.
Let him in, I tell my body. Please let him in. I tense, but I don’t ask him to stop. He swirls his fingers against me, and I moan, tilting my hips higher. He pulls back and we both realize the next time he enters me he’ll break through.
“Thank you for this precious gift,” he whispers against my lips. “I love you, Vale. Hold on to me. Squeeze me to your body and don’t let me go. Don’t ever let me go.”
I wrap my arms around him, squeezing him against me. “I love you.”
He doesn’t stop circling my clit as he sinks in faster than before.
I swear the pain is delayed. It doesn’t hit for a moment.
Both our eyes widen when he sinks deep, breaking through.
I suction in air. My jaw drops, and I scream when I feel it.
He’s too big, too much to take inside and it’s tearing me apart.
He slams his mouth against mine and I cry into it.
He takes my pain. He lets it bleed into him as I sob into his mouth, clutching him against me.
I get lost in the feel of that pain. How he fills me to bursting.
I’m so overwhelmed by it I can’t feel anything else.
I can’t take anymore. I’m lost in the sensation, eyes squeezed tight.
When I open my eyes, he stares down at my chest, breathing hard, eyes wide.
His mouth is open, chest shaking with every breath.
There’s a lonely tear sliding from the corner of one eye.
That tear makes a path down his perfectly straight nose and drops to my chest.
He looks so lost. He looks hurt. Did I hurt him?
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my heart. I press my palm against his cheek. “Oliver, baby, what is it? What’s going on?”
“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he says, unable to look at me. “I thought I could do this without hurting you, but I failed.”
“I’m okay,” I try to tell him, but he shakes his head even as he leans into my palm, receiving just a little comfort in my touch.
“You feel like heaven, but I deserve to be in hell,” he whispers into my palm. “Oh, God, Vale, I didn’t want to hurt you, not you.”
It takes a moment for him to gather the courage to look into my eyes. “Feel that? You’re inside me.” I smile up at him. “You have been so gentle with me, so kind and sweet. This moment is perfect. Thank you for being my one.”
Oliver leans in, kissing me. “I love you. You should never know a moment’s pain, only pleasure.” If only that was the way the world worked. But the pain makes me appreciate his love more.
I smile against his lips because he’s the sweetest man in the world.
“I love you. I don’t mind the pain. It’s mostly gone now.
I’ll survive. It’s not pain exactly, just that you feel bigger than I thought you were, like there’s not enough room inside for the both of us.
” Then I moan into his mouth, letting him know exactly how amazing this moment is.
“You feel so fucking perfect.” His voice is unsteady. He kisses my lips and down over my jaw to my neck. “You burn for me, but do you know I burn for you?”
He runs his teeth over my skin and my hips move. “Oh, God, Oliver. I need more!”
“Baby,” he growls. “For once, I know exactly what you need.”
I want to wrap my legs around him, but he places the palms of both his hands flat, one on each thigh. He presses his weight onto them as my legs spread farther apart, each of my knees hitting the mattress as my hips tilt up, taking him just a bit deeper.
He’s staring between my legs, where he entered me, a beautifully content smile on his face. I want to melt into his happiness. I want to be inside him, warm and loved.
“Don’t close your eyes. Feel me, all of me,” he says, his words choked with emotion, with lust and love. “If it’s too much or hurts, tell me. I only want to make you feel good.”
His hips roll back, pulling almost entirely out. It makes my mouth hang open in shock. Then he snaps forward, sinking himself so deep. There’s very little pain left, just a sting to know he’s been there, but it’s an intense feeling when he bottoms out. I cry out, not in pain, but surprise.
The feel of him is a profound experience.
He’s so slick, sliding against my internal walls, massaging each pleasurable nerve ending.
It’s so much; I’m overwhelmed by all of it, every single sensation.
I’m trapped below him, in awe of him, the way his body stretches me open, the way he shows such love in his eyes.
There’s a gentle storm in his hips as he plunges in and out.
My body reacts to each thrust, clenching down on him, wanting him to sink deeper.
It feels so strange, yet breathtakingly wonderful.
“You feel . . . oh, God . . . you feel so good,” he groans. “So fucking tight, squeezing me over and over. You feel so perfect, made for me.”
At first his thrusts are long, piercing me each time with poignant, sharp pleasure, but then he releases my thighs, lifting one leg to wrap around his hip.
He slides closer while he licks and sucks at my lips.
He thrusts back in and grinds his hips into mine.
I remember this from my dream, and I’m lost to it.
Flames of delectable sensation start to center inside me.
I can’t breathe when our eyes meet. There’s a rhythmic heat spreading outward, through my entire body, pulsing, flowing toward him.
It’s that energy, but it’s not rolled into some contained ball this time.
It flows out, golden, light-like tendrils escape my body, reaching out to him.
My light glows against his skin, lighting us both up. What’s happening?
“Oliver, baby, please,” I say, though I don’t know what I’m begging for. I jerk my head to one side, then the other.
He grabs my chin in one hand. “Look at me, Vale!”
When my eyes focus, shadows swirl in those green depths, that monster trying to escape the man. I want them both. I need all of him. He grabs the back of my head, forcing me to look into his desperate eyes. “Beautiful,” I moan up at him. He’s beyond beautiful. There are no words, just like he said.
“Now come for me. Show me how good it feels. Show me how much you enjoy me inside your body. Give it to me.”
His body is taut, using every muscle to power into me.
Then that slow, deep grind undoes me. I scream to the heavens.
I growl out such filth as I come, the pleasure filling me, then releasing, filling, then releasing.
I wrap both of my legs around him. Oliver smiles proudly, those sharp fangs showing.
He’s so fucking hot and he’s all mine. This amazing man is all mine.
“I own your pleasure. It’s all mine.”
The tendrils of my light wrap around him like arms, holding him tight, piercing through his chest, into the dragon, past the blood and bone.
The moment it touches his heart, things change.
His eyes get wider as the ecstasy releases from me into him, but because we're still connected we both feel it. I think he’ll have to shut his eyes, but he stops himself at the last second.
He licks his lips like he’s hungry, and I need more.
I tilt my head to the side offering my blood. “Give me everything, Oliver. I need you to bite me.”
For once he isn’t thinking, he’s lost in his lust as he strikes.
His fangs sink deep into my flesh. There’s a pinch of pain and an audible pop before he lifts those razor-sharp fangs and suctions onto my neck.
I feel the blood flow into his mouth. There’s a beautiful sound that escapes him, part moan and part whimper.
He’s devastated by it, and that fact brings a smile to my lips.
The moment my blood is suckled into his mouth, fire sizzles over my skin, growing. The tendrils grip his heart like a fist, and I come. I come again and again, showing him what it feels like for me. I thrust all my pleasure into him. We’re connected at the core, at the heart, by blood.
Oliver’s hips falter, and he cries into my neck.
He rears up suddenly, roaring like a beast, head slung back on his neck.
The feral animal that I’ve only now witnessed is dark, tempting, utterly captivating, and oh so fantastically beautiful.
It’s so perfect the way he comes inside me. He’s completely overwhelmed by it.
“You’re mine entirely,” I demand possessively. “Body and soul.”