Chapter 32
thirty-two
His kiss was everything it hadn’t been in the halls of the Pony. Vade took his time tenderly exploring her lips, kneeling with her as their hands trailed over each other’s skin.
Vade groaned as he deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue into her mouth. He tasted divine. Orelia tangled her tongue with his, threading her fingers into his silky hair.
She moved to his lap and looped her arms around his neck.
The callous fae was nowhere to be seen as Vade looked at her with more adoration than she thought possible.
“I’ve never wanted to let myself know another.
But you . . .” He skimmed her jaw with a reverent finger.
“You managed to work your way into my cold, black heart, and I will forever be in your debt because of it.”
Orelia brushed his hair back. “I told you that you weren’t broken. I knew you were capable of caring for someone, even though you were hellsbent on denying it.”
He gave her the most beautifully devastating smile, and she was right. It would have brought her to her knees, had she not already been on them.
Vade carried her to the bed, set her down, and stepped back. He pulled his shirt halfway off before stopping. “If you aren’t comfortable doing anything because of . . .last night . . .I completely understand.”
She laid on her side and patted the bed. “I appreciate you saying that, but I want you. Badly.” Orelia needed to erase the memory of Ivan, and her desire for the half naked man standing at the foot of the bed had been growing into something she didn’t want to stifle any longer.
He threw off his shirt, and Orelia did the same.
Vade’s hungry eyes traveled over her naked body.
While he untied his pants, Orelia crawled toward the headboard.
She braced on her hands and knees, knowing this was the position he preferred.
Her body thrummed with anticipation. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her.
The bed dipped, and Vade leaned over her back, bracing his arms beside hers. “I’m not going to fuck you, Orelia.”
“Why not?” she said over her shoulder.
She squealed as Vade flipped her over and crawled on top of her, his bulky arms bracketing her head. “Because I’m going to make love to you instead. I don’t want to be anything like who I’ve been. I want to be better. For you.”
Light fingers trailed along his stubble as she smiled up at him, heart full.
“I want to look at you so I can paint every delectable piece of your body to memory.” Vade stole her mouth, fully pressing his body to hers.
They became a slow exploration of hands and tongues and lips.
Orelia gripped his wide back, her hips lifting of their own accord, meeting his massive erection.
She couldn’t get enough of the feel of him on top of her.
His strong, honed warrior’s body melding with her soft, curvaceous one ramped up the desire building between her legs.
Vade growled onto her neck. “I’ve pictured getting you like this so many times, but here now, my dreams didn’t do it any justice.”
Orelia arched, inviting him for more. “You’ve had this frustrating hold on me ever since we met, and I’m so glad I don’t have to fight it anymore.”
“And are you still frustrated?” He asked with a taunting edge to his voice. Vade rolled his hips against hers.
“Not . . .any . . .more,” she breathed, moaning at the feel of his cock pressing against her entrance.
He chuckled, squeezing her breast with his rough palm. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous. Every inch of you.” Vade took her nipple in between his teeth and tugged.
Orelia playfully yelped and grabbed a fistful of his hair. Vade swirled his tongue over her breast, and she spilled out of his grip as he moaned onto her skin.
He grabbed her leg and hiked it up around his hips.
“I want your thick, strong legs wrapped around me when I bury myself inside you.” His hand possessively slid up her thigh.
“And these hips . . .do you know how torturous it’s been for me to watch you walk for hours every day, taunting me with your incredible body? ”
“Have you even seen yourself? I didn’t even know some of these muscles existed.
” Orelia ran her fingers through his chest hair down to his toned stomach.
“Every part of you screams masculinity and has been driving me crazy for weeks. I need you, Vade.” She pulled his hips closer to hers.
“Please. I don’t want to wait any longer. ”
He chuckled. “I love it when you beg. You drove me wild with your pleas on the dark moon. Had to take myself in my hand twice that night while you were asleep, and it still wasn’t enough. I wanted to fuck you so badly in that bunker.”
“Then make up for it now.” She reached between them and grabbed his cock, lining it up to her.
“Gods-dammit, you’re soaked,” he growled. “Fucking beautiful . . .”
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to take all of you,” she admitted. “I know this will only inflate your ego, but you’re the largest man I’ve ever seen.”
A cocky male smile burst across his face. “Don’t worry. I’m willing to take my time until you crave every inch of me.”
Orelia knew she was blushing. Having seen him naked in the river when they’d first began their journey was one thing, but being pressed against him, she prayed her body would accept him.
Shadows began swirling around his elbows and a cool touch moved south, landing on her clitoris.
Orelia gasped as the tendrils slid over her, sparking heat in her core. “Vade . . .”
“Mmm?”
“As much as I love your shadows and want to fully explore them later, I just want you first.”
He blinked in surprise.
Orelia brushed his hair back and let her fingers linger on his cheek. “Because you are enough. Just the way you are.”
His face went slack. She didn’t dare move her hand. He needed to hear her. To believe her.
Dark eyes sparkled as they searched hers. “Thank you. Thank you for everything, Orelia. You have no idea—” He choked on the words. The shadows receded, and it was only his skin on hers and the evening sun painting them in gold.
She kissed his temple, then planted soft kisses down his cheek until she reached his mouth, holding him close.
Vade tightened his hold like he was afraid if he let her go she’d disappear out from under him. Eventually, he began to move down her body. “I want to try something else before I get inside you.”
Orelia giggled as his hair trailed over her legs and his stubble brushed her inner thighs.
“Something funny, witch?” Devious eyes watched her as he settled in between her legs. The sight of him smirking made her squirm.
“Your hair is tickling me,” she said.
He chuckled as he gripped her thighs. “Can I confess something?”
Orelia propped herself up on her elbows. “Of course.”
“I’ve never done this before.”
Her ego inflated knowing the man who’d been with many women before her had never done this to any of them. “Well, if you’re nervous about being bad at it, I highly doubt you will be. Not with that vicious tongue of yours.”
That beautiful smile of his greeted her again, an edge of dark promise in it. “Oh, I’m not nervous, little lamb. I’m ravenous for you.”
Vade dipped his head and swept his tongue in a long stroke up her entrance.
Orelia fell back and arched, clenching the blankets. She moaned, and he moaned back, the sound vibrating her insides.
His facial hair brushed against her most sensitive spot, calling to some deep, biological part of her that needed to feel him everywhere and make him hers.
She tried to squeeze her legs together, but Vade spread her thighs wider. Orelia gasped as he swirled his tongue around her clitoris.
“Fuck, you taste good.”
She writhed in bliss, her heels sliding across the blankets.
Vade slid a finger through her arousal, then pushed his finger into her.
“Gods . . .” she whispered.
“Do not call out to the gods when I am the one making you feel this way.” The deep command had her insides fluttering.
Orelia slid her hands over the swell of her breasts and down her stomach, wanting to drive him as wild as he was her. “Oh, gods,” she taunted.
Vade pushed another finger into her and began pumping them both, stretching her to fit him. “Say my name,” he demanded.
His fingers alone were so pleasurable that she instantly moaned his name.
“That’s better,” Vade said before licking her, making Orelia squeeze the blankets tighter. She quickly got lost to the exquisite feel of his tongue learning her. He tried different movements, both with his tongue and his fingers, discovering what it was she liked and how she responded to his touch.
When he tried a particular swirling movement with his tongue while pumping both fingers as deep as he could, her hand flew to the back of his head. “Right there,” she said.
Vade obeyed and kept the same movements, growling into her.
“Oh, fuck . . .Vade . . .”
Orelia dug her nails into his scalp, which he seemed to enjoy based on the moans of his own as he worked her body into a tightening, winding coil.
“Don’t stop. Please, whatever you do, don’t stop,” she begged.
She looked down at him pleasing her, back muscles rippling with his work.
Her pleasure rapidly rose in response. Orelia began panting, the intense desire of an itch needing to be scratched boiling over until she clenched around his fingers, calling out his name as she fell over the edge.
Vade kept pumping his fingers and swirling his tongue as waves of pleasure crashed over her, making her feel outside her body, outside the cabin, nestled somewhere in the sky where there was no pain, no heartache, only pleasure.
When the blissful haze cleared, she sank into the bed, but Vade didn’t let her relax. He began again.
Orelia panted. “I don’t think I can go twice.”
“Yes, you can.”
She was wrong, and happily so. Vade brought her to the edge, and when he flattened his tongue over her, she exploded a second time.