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He’s on hisknees.
His hands clasped tight as he looks up at me with those pretty eyes, his thick thighs pressed together. I love to see him like this for me, at my mercy and giving me all the power. For tonight, I will give him this so that even if he ends up hating me for the rest of his life, I’ll know what it was to truly have him.
For one night only.
“Please, Valeska, let me take you to bed and make up for the time we’ve spent apart. I want us to forget all the pain we’ve endured, fuck the risks and every other excuse swirling in that mind of yours, and feel each other. Make each other fall apart only to be put back together again in that bed.Please.” His voice is rough with need, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on than I am right now.
I bend at the waist until I’m before him as I reach out and cup his face, my eyes scanning every feature and committing them to memory. I place soft kisses over every single one, savouring the soft sounds he makes at my touch.
“I want that too, to forget everything that isn’t us. I can’t deny you, Rai. Anything you want or need is yours. Take me to bed.” I seal my vow with a kiss to his lips.
CHAPTER 31
A Violent Beauty
RAI
Her lips have barely left mine before I’m gripping at her waist and pulling her to me.
I stand and march us toward the bedroom, holding her to me as tightly as I can in fear that if I give her any room, she’ll flee. I can see the war raging inside her mind, but she doesn’t need to worry about feeding from me. I want her to. Fuck, it’s all I’ve thought about this week, and my cock twitches at the thought.
The bedroom is laced with pockets of darkness, the low flame in the fireplace warming the room, altering the tension between us into something softer. I take a seat on the edge of the bed so Valeska can straddle me, the friction of her moving rubbing against me. It’s tearing at my self-control to not rip our clothes off.
I grip her hips, forcing her to rock into me and we both curse under our breath. She feels so good against me and I’m going to take my time exploring her tonight. Breathing in her cherry scent has my mouth watering at the thought of tasting her and driving her over the edge with my tongue.
“Fuck, you feel so good Valeska.” I press a kiss to her mouth.
Her hands find the edges of my jacket before she’s pushing it off my shoulders, dragging it down my arms, and discarding it behind her. Her hands are only gone for a second before they find the hem of my long-sleeve tee but I stop her, my hands clasping over hers.
“We have the whole night, I don’t want to rush this with you, not this time.” I rub my thumbs over her cold hands before placing them over my shoulders.
I brush her nose with mine, that craving of intimacy I’d been feeling since I last saw her has finally stopped clawing at my skin now that I have her close. My fingers slip underneath the dark sweatshirt she’s wearing so I can feel some skin and share my warmth.
That’s when I recognise the sweatshirt—it’s one of mine.
I groan at seeing her in my clothes, she looks so fucking good. I hadn’t noticed what she was wearing before, too consumed by the need to be near her, and it’s a good job too. If I’d have noticed before, I think I’d have thrown her over my shoulder and carried her out to my room with no explanation.
“You look so good in my clothes, sweetheart.” I kiss her once, twice, before deepening the kiss.
She rocks herself on top of me, and if she keeps this up it will be over before we’ve even taken our clothes off. I lean back and remove her hands from me, placing a kiss on top of each one and placing them in her lap so she doesn’t feel like I’m about to reject her or stop what we’re doing.
I can tell that’s where her mind is going by the small frown that’s playing over her face.
It’s my turn to grip the hem of my top and I lean back slightly as I pull it over my torso, taking my time to expose my abs to her and give her a show. Her eyes raptly follow the material as it moves over my skin, scorching every inch they trace.
She waits to touch me, and seeing how bad she wants to has me clenching my abs. The thought of her running those long nails over them before she follows with her tongue has my cock swelling until it’s almost painful.
I tug the shirt over my head and throw it behind her, leaning back on my hands so she can take a good look at me. The way she studies me, like I’m the prettiest flower she could find in the meadow, has me practically panting.
“You are magnifique.” Her words are laced with awe, and I blush. Nobody has made me feel the way she does.
“Thank you, but if you don’t start touching me, I think I might die.”
She gives me a small smile and my heart blooms. She’s looked so sad today and I fucking hate it. She places her hands on my chest, less cold than they were before now that she’s been touching me and from the warmth from the fire, but enough to make my nipples pebble.
She watches them and licks her lips, watching what she does to me and enjoying it. Her hands trail down my pecs, brushing lightly over my nipples before tugging. I bite my lip at the sensation. Everything she does to me feels good and this is no exception.
“I love touching you, Rai, the way you react to my touch is riveting.” Her eyes sparkle as they meet mine.
