Chapter 51 – Vale #4
Oliver leans forward and holds himself up with a palm against the burgundy bedspread. He gets in my face. “I told you. I was made for you,” he whispers. “Just like you’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen.”
My eyes fill with tears, but they don’t spill over.
I grab his face in both of my hands and nod my head.
“Do you know what that means, Oliver? It’s not your magic that keeps me drawn to you.
It’s just you.” I wait for those words to hit home.
He’d said he wanted it to be real between us, well, I don’t think it could get anymore real.
His eyes shine, that unique green lifting the darkness from his eyes.
Then he moves, shifting his pants lower on his hips and pulling his cock over the waistband.
He’s like a wave, crashing into me, sinking into my body so achingly slow.
My mouth opens and I release a solitary rush of breath when he bottoms out inside my body.
He tosses his head back and his jaw clenches.
The moment his eyes close, his tears fall. I watch them slide over his cheeks.
I reach for him. “It’s okay, baby. I’m here with you. Let it out. I love you.”
He tilts his face down and those tears shine. I brush his hair to the side and tuck it behind his ear, then run a finger across his forehead and down his temple, over the top of his cheek, and down to that sharp jaw. I cup it in my palm.
“You feel like love,” he gasps. “Being near you feels like love. Being inside you is love. Every single piece of you embodies love. I’ve never been loved, Vale. You’re my first, my last.”
I lift up and wrap my arms around him. We fall back against the blankets, and he kisses me desperately. I roll my hips back and wrap my legs around his waist, dragging him closer. I can never get close enough.
He grabs my hands and slides them above my head, our fingers intertwined. I cradle his body with my own as he stretches out above me. My back arches even as he holds me down. Our arms touch, our chests press against each other’s. He’s hard and thick inside me, stretching me open.
When he shifts his hips back, my core tightens around him.
I don’t want him to pull away, I’m aching again.
But then he thrusts his hips forward, sinking his full length inside slowly, gently.
He glides in so perfectly. It almost feels like too much, like he can’t possibly get any deeper, yet he does.
He sets an unhurried rhythm with his hips that fully captures my attention.
How could this be any better? It always gets better though.
I feel him everywhere. His eyes are all I see, his body all I feel. He is my oxygen in that moment. The world outside of us ceases to exist. The song fades. The night fades. The stars in the sky, the moon, it's all of little consequence because we are one.
We get lost in one another's eyes like this moment could end at any second. Every single shared breath counts. It’s love, strength, and absolute devotion.
We’re lost to the rhythm of each other. This isn’t just lust, not just a desire for the ages.
This is soul deep, a bond that can never be broken. I feel it all when we’re like this.
Those long thrusts pierce through the shroud of my longing.
My body quickens with every slow, drawn-out press into me.
I tilt my head back and a desperate moan is freed from my lips.
My energy builds, the flames licking out over my skin.
I’m too overwhelmed by the feel of him to care when they shoot into his chest and his hips falter.
Something is about to happen, I can feel it.
Oliver widens his eyes when he feels it too.
There’s a buzz of electricity in the air, stinging and poignant against our skin.
It’s as if every moment together has been leading to right here, right now.
Our breathing kicks up, hearts beating faster, syncing.
Tendrils of flames wrap us both up tightly, sinking into each other’s hearts, tethering us further.
Oliver frees my arms. He pulls his knees up under him and lifts me up over his lap. I slide down his thick shaft and he bottoms out. The buzzing becomes louder, my flames growing with bright light.
He places one of my arms around his neck, then tears into his own wrist with his fangs. He slides it to my lips while his eyes grow darker, the shadows swirling with the glowing green. I don’t suction my mouth onto the wound until he grabs my other arm and sinks his teeth into me.
We move on instinct. Our bodies sync up as we take the first taste together.
We’ve shared blood before. We’ve shared our bodies.
But this is something different. This is heavenly power that filters through us, bringing us together like a sudden lightning strike.
There are no beings closer in this moment as my awareness flows through him and his through mine.
We float in that warm place, bodies sliding, sweat beading, pleasure flowing into each other.
Time has no meaning. He’s inside me just as much as I fill him.
We throb, we ache, we come together, and I realize our souls really are one.
This is what made it so. Our power, our hunger, our blood, our flames, our love had to be utilized at that exact moment.
It was fate.
His wound heals, and I toss my head back, crying out to the heavens, thanking God for his generous gift that is my mate. I’m so grateful for him. Oliver wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer. When I’m able to look into those eyes again, I see it. He feels it. We are one.
Our faces are barely an inch apart. We float along on waves of pleasure, of lovemaking.
Our bodies shake with it. I can feel what he feels.
I feel his cock tighten and swell. I feel the come rushing through it and spilling into my heat.
I feel an orgasm, but it feels so much different from my own.
We cry out as one. We sink into the devastating pleasure as one.
We are a solitary being, one of complete love.
“Forever,” we moan into each other’s mouths.