Chapter 42 – Vale
NOT THE ONLY ONE
VALE
Oliver tilts his head forward. He smiles darkly with hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling so fast. His lips are covered in my blood.
It drips down his chin and onto his heaving chest, evidence of our exuberant lovemaking.
His eyes are the purest black, a limitless night sky without stars.
His face is without flaw, his skin so pale and pristine it’s unnatural.
If he didn’t have that blush at the high points of his cheeks, he’d look like one of those classic marble statues.
His long hair is down, cascading over his shoulders in soft waves.
He’s beautiful in a way that shouldn’t exist, it’s too perfect.
He looks like a demon straight from hell’s nightmares, but he’s smiling with an exalted sort of bliss, showing those perfectly white teeth.
I’m not afraid, I’m in awe of him. I’ve never seen such a lovely sight.
This is his truth. Oliver is as beautiful as he is monstrous.
I love him more for allowing me to witness it.
“You’re so fucking sexy right now.” I love the way he looks.
I love his nubile body, his substantial cock.
The beast that rears its head to see me.
When I look into those eyes, I know he sees who I am.
Oliver’s beast loves me. Those looks in his eyes are addicting. I hope he always looks at me like that.
I’ve hit my limit. I can’t just admire him. I lift up, capturing his neck in my arms, and pull him forward. Our lips crash together, and I taste the copper tang of my blood on his tongue, and it urges me on. I’m squeezing him against me, trying to disappear into his mouth. I need to be closer.
“My blood tastes good on your tongue.” I nip at his bottom lip and gaze into those black eyes.
He smiles against my lips, his lower lip popping free of my teeth. “Every part of you tastes good on my tongue. I want to devour all of you.”
Oliver’s hips jerk back, then he slams into me.
I fall back into the pillows, tilting my head back, my spine arching as my fingernails anchor into the skin of his chest. I close my eyes as he rocks in and out, feeling every thick inch of him.
I open my eyes as our bodies slam back together. He’s deeper than ever.
My feet fall to the bed, and I lift my hips to rock against his. Oliver tries to keep my body pinned, but I can’t stop moving. I can’t get enough. I want more and more until I’m completely lost in him. Till the world around us floats away and he’s all I see, all I feel. He’s all there is.
“Such a greedy little pussy,” he growls in a voice I’ve never heard before. The monster is speaking, and it makes me shiver.
“It’s definitely greedy.” I lift my hips and swivel on him. Fluid gushes from between my legs. “I’m so fucking wet for you. Can you feel it?”
“Oh, I can feel it. I can feel you grip me. The way you tighten up feels so good around our cock,” the monster says. And I’m not afraid.
He wraps his arms around me, one under my head and one under my ass as he lifts me up over him. He suspends me there with the tip of his cock barely inside me. I know this monster from my dreams. He wants to torture me till I give him the sweetest of surrenders.
It’s a miracle I don’t fall and impale myself on his cock. He’s so strong. I wrap one arm around his neck and place my right palm against his heart.
“I need you,” the monster says against my mouth.
“I need all of you.”
Then he starts to lower me down. It’s a slow descent into madness.
I clench my teeth, head falling back as he spears me.
His cock burrows inside me, and I don’t understand how he feels so much larger this way, so much deeper.
“So good,” I whimper as he lowers me, my entire body trembling with the feel of him. “You’re so deep.”
“Wanna stay buried deep inside you forever,” he snarls as he lifts me off his cock completely and drops me onto his bed.
Oliver shakes his head, his eyes closed. He’s fighting the beast inside. I see it so clearly now. I do the only thing I can think of to get their attention. I spread my legs wide and slide two fingers through my slick folds. I cry out as I make contact with my clit.
Oliver opens his eyes, green and black swirling. They both see me. They’re both there. “Don’t make me wait. I want you both.” I put that truth out there with a grin.
“You know?” he says, his voice weary.
“I’ve always known. Your darkness visits me in my dreams. Who do you think fucked me like a selfish beast on the platform? I can hear him screaming inside you to get to me. I want his darkness. I need it.”
“You’re not afraid.” It’s not a question.
“I want it all.”
I get up on my knees in front of him and I push him back onto the mattress.
I crawl over his hips. I grab his rigid cock in one hand and force myself down, taking him to the hilt.
“I’m not afraid, baby. I can take it. That beast inside you wants me.
He wouldn’t hurt me, would you?” I ask and pat his cheek with my palm.
Oliver lets out a feral growl that makes me smile.
“You wouldn’t hurt your mate. Tell me you won’t hurt me. ”
Oliver grinds his teeth together. “I can’t always control it, Vale.”
“I don’t want you to control it.”
I grab both his hands in mine and pull them above his head. I use my own weight to hold them down. He’s done this to me before and I show him the same courtesy. I get a thrill from the payback. He lets me control him. When he seems so helpless below me, I rock my hips back and forth.
“Teach me how to fuck you. Let him see it, let him feel it. Then let him go because I want him too. I promise you, I want it all. I want every torturous thrust, every single groan. I want you to howl my name. I want to be your little doll. I want you to control me. I want your fucking lust, your love. I want your darkness and your light, so just fucking give it to me.” The desperate words Oliver inspires in me are surreal.
Maybe I’m the one with a monster inside.
His eyes swirl as he stares up at me in awe. I lift off his chest and rock my hips on his cock. I grab his hands in mine and flatten his palms against my breasts. “Tell me you both want me,” I demand. “Tell me you own this body and I own yours.”
Oliver’s eyes are wide as he watches me, his mouth open, revealing those sexy fangs. I love those fangs. I love how they break my skin and make me bleed. They felt so good when he sunk them into my neck, when he drank from me. The thought of them makes my pussy spasm, clenching down on him.
“I want all of you, baby. Remember it’s all or nothing with us,” I tell him.
Oliver lifts off the mattress and grabs my hair, wrapping it around his fist. “How I fucking love you. You’re exactly what I need.
All I want. You’re everything beautiful and good in this world.
How lucky I am to have found you.” He licks and sucks at the marks he made on my neck.
My hips jerk. I feel him smile against my skin.
“So fucking tight,” he growls. “Squeeze me again.”
I do it again and his fist in my hair tugs harder. “I’ll squeeze you all night.”
“Your pussy is perfect. I want you again and again. I want to be trapped inside you, baby.” His words are like gasoline on my flames, and they grow hotter, bigger, ready to engulf us both.
I turn my head toward his. He lifts up long enough for our eyes to meet. “Fuck me,” I demand. “I need more.”
I’m lifted up and he drags me off the bed, leading me farther into his room. The breath is forced from my lungs as he leans me over one of the arms of the sofa. My palms come out in front of me instinctively to hold myself up.
“What a beautiful ass you have,” he says with a laugh.
When I turn back to look at him, he’s standing behind me, the sweat of his skin glowing in the soft lamp light.
He stares down at my ass, and the look of abandon is beautiful on his face.
He runs his palm between my shoulders, down my spine.
I arch into his touch like a cat, leaning my head back.
Each touch is gentle, exploring, and I burn hotter.
He moves his hands on my hips and I swallow hard.
The muscles in my core are so tense it feels like they’ll break if I don’t get relief. I’m ready for more.
Feet flat on the floor, body bent over the arm of the sofa, my ass up suggestively, and I finally understand why sex can be such an all-consuming thing.
I feel the force of nature between my thighs, the gentle start of subtle longing that grows into an exciting crescendo of anticipation. It consumes me. He consumes me.
“Spread your legs for me.”
I do as I’m told. I spread my legs as far apart as I can without losing my balance.
Then I feel his deep inhale of breath against my slit.
I drop my forehead to the sofa seat, overwhelmed by the feel of his breath alone.
He kisses the lips of my sex reverently.
My inner muscles clench and spasm, fluttering like delicate butterfly wings.
I whimper at the gentle sweep of his lips.
Liquid spills from inside me, dripping down the inside of my leg as my cheeks heat.
“Baby, you’re bleeding.”
I squirm in his hold. “I think that’s normal.”
The next thing he does makes me squeal—his tongue licks up the blood that trickles down the inside of my thigh. “Oliver,” I cry out in shock. Then his tongue is there against my slit, soothing my swollen sex.
“Innocent girl no more,” he whispers. “I broke you.”
I lift off the sofa arm. “You told me I wasn’t broken,” I say, then moan as his tongue slithers inside me. For a moment, I try to fuck myself down on it. It feels so good.
I look behind me where he’s on his knees. He pulls away, standing up. His lips shine with my blood and cum. He looks wild and hedonistic when he smiles at me. “I can heal you.”
“Why would you heal me if I’m not broken?” I ask, turning toward him.