Page 76 of Hunted By Valentine

“No need,” I whisper, licking my lips. “I’d do it again.”

He makes an approving sound in the back of his throat as he shifts on the bed, pressing his body against mine, making me feel the tension in his muscles, coiled and waiting, as his lips hover just inches from mine.

His hand cups my jaw, his thumb brushing along my cheek, and when his mouth finally claims mine, I feel it everywhere—like a spark igniting a fire beneath my skin. The kiss is slow at first, careful, like he’s testing the waters.

I shiver beneath him, my body reacting on instinct as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine, tasting of something dark and addictive. My fingers dig into his back, the feel of his skin beneath my palms grounding me in this moment. His taste is overwhelming, intoxicating, and I want more.

I arch into him, feeling the heat of his chest pressed against mine, the thin barrier of his black boxer briefs only heightening the ache between my thighs.

His scruff grazes the sensitive skin of my neck as he kisses down my jaw, and I gasp, the sensation almost too much. Every nerve ending sparks as his mouth trails lower. He knows exactly what he’s doing, taking his time, savoring every inch of me like I’m something precious.

Moving down the bed, he positions his head between my spread thighs. “Mhmm your cunt is already so wet and swollen,” he growls.

I moan, anticipation coiling tight within me as his breath ghosts over my slick folds. His hands slide up my inner thighs, spreading me wider for him. The desire pooling in my core is almost unbearable, the need to feel his mouth on me overwhelming every other thought.

He looks up at me, eyes dark and hungry, and the sight sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. His fingers tease along the edges of my sex, spreading the wetness that’s gathered there.

“You’re so ready for me,” he murmurs, voice thick with lust.

With deliberate slowness, he leans in and drags his tongue up my slit, tasting me. I cry out as pleasure arcs through me like lightning. He hums appreciatively against my flesh, the vibration sending shivers up my spine.

Using his thumbs, he parts my folds, exposing my clit to his eager mouth. The first flick of his tongue over that sensitive bundle of nerves makes me gasp, my back arching off the bed. He grins against me, clearly pleased with my reaction, and continues his deliberate assault on my senses.

I mewl, hips bucking against his face, seeking more of that maddeningly gentle touch. His fingers dig into my thighs, holding me firmly in place as he goes to work. He laps at my clit with a skilled precision that has my toes curling and my breath coming in shallow gasps. My hands find purchase in his hair, tugging him closer, desperate for more.

He chuckles against me, the sound sending delicious vibrations straight to my core. “Impatient, aren’t we?” he murmurs before plunging his tongue deep inside me.

I nearly scream at the intrusion, pleasure and sensation crashing over me in waves. He fucks me with his tongue, each stroke deliberate and measured. His nose nudges against my clit with every movement, adding another layer of exquisite torment.

“Oh! God!” I cry out.

The room is filled with the obscene sounds of his mouth working on me: the wet slide of his tongue, the soft hums of satisfaction he lets out.

I can feel his low groans of pleasure reverberate through me, the vibrations amplifying my arousal. My hips buck instinctively, trying to get closer to his mouth, needing more. He grips my thighs tighter, holding me steady as he devours me like a man starved.

His fingers join in the torment, sliding into me with ease, curling just right to hit that spot inside that makes my vision blur. The combination is electric; the relentless assault on my clit and the delicious stretch from his fingers plunging deep inside me.

Palming my tits, I dig my nails into my areolas until I draw blood. Paired with Valentine’s skilled mouth, the pulsation that follows the pain pushes me toward my orgasm.

“I’m going to… yes, just like that. Valentine!” My moans intensifies, my back arching off the bed.

He doesn’t relent, pushing me further and further into the abyss of pleasure. His tongue and fingers work in tandem, driving me insane with every calculated stroke. I’m spiraling, completely at his mercy.

“That’s it, Pet. Rub your juices all over my face,” he growls against my clit, the vibration of his voice sending shockwaves through me. “I want to taste all of you.”

And that’s all it takes. My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, violent and consuming. My entire body tenses and then shudders uncontrollably as I scream his name, my nails raking across his scalp in desperation.

He doesn’t stop. He continues to lap at me, drawing out my pleasure as long as possible. Every flick of his tongue and thrust of his fingers prolongs my climax until I’m a trembling mess, barely able to form coherent thoughts.

When he finally pulls away, his lips glisten with my slickness, and there’s a smug satisfaction in his eyes that makes my heart race.

While I bask in the afterglow and gather my breath, he moves back up, quickly fusing his lips to mine. I can taste myself on his tongue, and the realization has me moaning into his mouth.

I no longer care about the bruises or the pain that still lingers. All I care about is this moment, the way Valentine makes me feel.

His hand slides down my side, fingers gripping my waist as he pulls me closer, our bodies flush against each other. I feel every inch of him, every hard line, and I tremble beneath him, lost in the heat of his kiss. He’s consuming me, and I let him, because in this moment, I’m his. Fully, completely.

“You make me want to do things I shouldn’t,” he rasps against my skin.

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