Chapter 42 – Vale #2
Oliver shakes his head and several strands of his long hair fall down over his shoulder onto his chest. I reach for it, twirling it around my finger. I smile up at him, overcome by memories. “Kiss me,” I say before he can answer me.
“Vale, you’re hurt. I need to heal you.”
“I’m not in pain.”
“You’re bleeding inside, let me heal you, please.” Oliver looks like he needs this for some reason.
“You can heal me, but I’m telling you, I don’t feel hurt. Everything is right in the world for the first time in my life.”
Oliver smiles sweetly, his head cocked to the side. “I can do both at the same time. Kiss you and heal you.” He brings his finger up to his mouth as he steps forward. He bites down, and I wince. Blood wells at the tip. I grab his hand, jerking it forward.
“Oliver, no!” I cry out. I bring his finger up to my lips, then take the injured tip into my mouth.
He jerks his hand away, but it’s too late.
His blood is in my mouth. I swallow it down.
He’s supposed to be inside me, all of him.
His blood doesn’t taste like my own. It doesn’t taste like copper and salt.
It’s sweet, with a subtle spice that makes warmth spread through my belly.
“You weren’t supposed to drink it,” he says with worry in his eyes. “I’ve never shared it with anyone, Vale, I don’t know what it could do.”
“You taste so good.” Why would his blood taste good to me? I’m not a vampire. “Why do you taste so good?”
He nicks his finger again, then forces it up inside me. I gasp when the heat starts to grow there, but this time it’s painful. I try to pull away, but he grabs me and holds me still.
“It feels like fire,” I gasp as I squeeze my thighs together. I tilt my head back. “I’m burning.”
“My blood will heal you.”
“I need you to make it stop!” I scream. I sit on the arm of the sofa and lift my legs around his waist. I wrench his body forward. Oliver lifts me into his arms, holding me up while I rock against him. “Please make it stop.”
I look into his eyes for only a second before his lips crash against mine.
I thrust my tongue against his as he tilts his hips and enters me.
My head falls back and I moan as I lose my grip on reality, my vision clouded by a rosy, euphoric haze.
He pulls my hips forward to meet his and all I can do is feel.
There’s no pain, no sting, just heat and that pleasurable stretch as he spears me open.
It’s as if his touch alone can heal me. Oliver walks with me, but I can’t focus on where we are, only the familiar feeling of floating. I close my eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asks as he presses my back into the cool wall, a shock to my system.
I lift my head up, opening my eyes. He looks ethereal.
Golden light halos his head from the lamps.
His lips are swollen and a dark pink, his cheeks flushed.
Oliver looks innocent and heartbreakingly beautiful.
Two thousand years this beautiful man has existed, and I never knew it.
I should have known he was out there in the world. He’s too beautiful to hide.
“Oliver—” I swallow before I can get the words out. “Never been better. I feel whole. I feel loved. I feel beautiful. You make me feel that way.”
“You are beautiful, Vale. You are loved beyond reason. You are loved beyond what I thought myself capable of providing,” he says before pressing a gentle kiss over my heart.
Oliver pumps his hips as he kisses up my neck. His breath is loud against my ear. “You feel so wonderful. No one has felt so wonderful.” He places a kiss under my ear.
I lean my head back as he enters me, over and over again. I tighten around him with every forward thrust. I hear his jagged breathing, his honest reaction to the feel of me. “Do I feel good?” I hate that I need to push him into telling me, but I want to hear it again.
He pulls back and looks into my eyes with an understanding smile.
“No one has ever felt better. I will want no other, Vale. You’re my mate in every way.
You feel perfect.” His words make me blissfully happy.
“Do you like how I feel?” Oliver asks with a smirk as he thrusts deep inside me, bottoming out.
“Well, I don’t have any way to compare it—” I start, but he growls and his thrusts get harder.
“You never will,” he says, his voice deep and low. His jaw is clenched, and I see jealousy in his eyes. I float ever higher on his possessive words.
“How could I want another when you fill me so completely? You feel amazing. There’s no room left in my body for anyone else. I knew you were the only one for me. You’re all I want, all I need. I belong to you. I exist to be yours, only yours.”
Oliver places his hands under my thighs and lifts me higher, my knees up under his arms, my back forced against the wall. Then he slams into my body. My mouth falls open, and I release a harsh breath.
“That’s right, Vale. You belong to me. Only me. I’ll never share you. Do you understand? This body is mine to fuck, mine to hold, mine to fondle, and make love to. It’s mine. You’re mine.”
He pulls almost entirely out of me, then thrusts in deeply.
His thrusts speed up. He’s fucking up into me, then stealing away.
My inner muscles can’t keep up, they just quiver and vibrate around him rhythmically.
It’s not long till my fire spreads, making me sweat and swear.
I scream his name as I claw at his neck.
“Come on, baby,” the monster growls, those eyes completely black again.
I’m losing my mind as he moves so gracefully, so fast. He’s more in control than any human could be.
He’s fucking me so good that my inner muscles squeeze tightly, clamping down hard.
I squeeze him like my pussy is a vice. Oliver grabs my left wrist and bites it without looking away.
My body arches against the wall, and I scream with the pain as it ratchets up my pleasure.
The pleasure isn’t only in my core, it’s all over, every single inch.
Pleasure licks me with burning flames. It’s ecstasy and energy building as I twitch and jerk in his hold.
Blood stains his lips and the sight is beautiful.
My golden energy suddenly floods from me.
I fill him up with it. He starts to shake, and I notice his eyes start to glow. He’s feeding on my pleasure.
His lips tremble. “That’s what I feel like to you?” he asks, and he’s barely able to whisper the words. Tears shimmer in his eyes.
“Yes.”
Oliver’s head falls forward, his breaths panting against my open mouth, his forehead against my own. Neither one of us can look away while we come undone together.
We stay that way for what feels like forever. When he does finally release inside me, he squeezes me so tightly I can’t breathe for a moment. His arms around me feel like love.
“I love you, Vale. Thank you for showing me.”
I smile against his lips. “It doesn’t feel like I have a choice. I need to share it with you. I can’t contain it all. You make me feel so much. I love you so much.”