Page 11 of Her Possessive Valentine

He starts rolling his hips side to side, never sliding far or starting to thrust but allowing his cock to tease my inner walls. I can feel it pulsating inside me, jerking and twitching as it adjusts to its new home.

I press myself up on my palms and look at him. A wide grin flashes on his face at whatever he’s seeing on mine.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re dazed,” he says as his hand circles my body and cups my breast. His fingers brush againstmy nipple, teasing them with short strokes before he pinches it between the two.

A low moan escapes my mouth as my mind works overtime to think of a witty response. Nothing comes from it. Just the noises of pleasure Vance is teasing out of me and the sound of my ragged breathing.

When he finally finds his own solid footing, he slides back out of me until he’s in the same position as we started, with his head left inside while the rest of him prepares its onslaught. Unlike the first, he doesn’t take a slow and steady approach to his thrust. Bucking his hips, he plunges the full length of his muscle back inside.

After the first, there’s no going back. No caution and careful movement. No adjustment or trying to stop his legs from wobbling. Just one thrust after the next, driving his pleasure deep.

The hand on my breast, playing with the nipple and urging me ever closer to sweet release. Vance doesn’t have to wait long to get what he wants. Before I even realize what’s happening, a tight knot forms in my core. It lingers there, forcing every muscle in my body to tighten up while every stroke from Vance starts to knock it loose.

“That’s right, baby. Come on my cock,” he snarls, slamming into me and using his hand on my hip to pull me into each thrust.

My eyes roll to the back of my skull while sputtering moans flood out of me. The sound of his body slapping against my ass trickles into my ears. Overwhelmed by want and need, my body starts rattling as he fucks me straight to orgasm. But with it, Vance’s movement becomes more erratic. Not that there was really anyprecision, to begin with, but as my walls tighten around his cock, everything about Vance starts to tense.

Thick veins surface against his neck as his mouth opens to release a deafening roar. His hips buck fiercely, plowing into me with reckless abandon.

“Ah, fuck, I’m gonna—” Heavy grunts cut off his words. But better than hearing it from Vance’s lips is the feeling of his hot seed splashing against my walls to finish off his sentence.

We emit unrecognizably guttural sounds in unison, lost to the bliss of reaching that incredible high together. Without warning, Vance slips his cock out of me, and I spin around fiercely to see why he took it away.

“Down here,” he says, erupting into gleeful laughter.

“What the hell happened to you?” I ask, leaning over the edge of the table. He’s on his back, with one hand in the air as if trying to use it to signal me.

He tries to speak, but his words get caught up in the hearty belly laugh. “My legs…” He tries to catch himself and shakes his head viciously. “My legs gave out. Gives a whole new meaning toturn your legs to jelly,doesn’t it?”

He laughs again, and this time I join. I get off the table and drop down to the ground next to him, cradling underneath his arm.

It’s this right here that lets me know we’re a perfect match. Lying on the floor, laughing our asses off in the post-orgasm glow.

Life can’t get any better.

7

VANCE

“Are you sure you need to go in today?” I ask, knowing it’s already far too late to protest. We’re outside the Hanging Gardens, and Hana’s halfway out of my car, but I’d give anything for a few more minutes of her company.

If anything, this should have come while we were still sprawled in my bed, naked. Some light teasing and touching would’ve been a surefire way to convince her to stay with me instead of heading to work. But I was thinking with my logical brain then. I can’t miss a day; there’s too much hanging over my head. But with our wonderful night together actually coming to an end, I’d throw it all away.

Hana’s company is better than anything I feel at the office. She trumps any sense of accomplishment those four walls can bring me. We’ve known each other for less than twenty-four hours, and she’s given me something that place never could.

She makes me feel special, warm, and whole. Hana made me realize how lonely I’ve been for God knows how long, and theworst part is I didn’t even realize it. A hollow, empty suit droning on like a good worker bee because I didn’t know this spark existed.

Things are different now. She’s the one, I just know it, to give me everything I’ve missed on a silver platter. A life of perfect harmony. And I’d be a fucking idiot if I didn’t try and hold onto it for as long as I can.

“We’re already here,” Hana says, but the pain in her rejection betrays the soft smile she forces to her lips. “How about I come over tonight instead? And we can talk about taking tomorrow off instead?”

Smart, sensible Hana. Two traits I’ve lost since meeting her.

“But we could also leave,” I say, snaking my arm over her shoulder and pulling her back into the car. She giggles as she falls back to her seat, and I start pecking the side of her head. “No one has to know we left my place.”

She turns her head, allowing me to peck my way up to her lips, and we kiss with the same feverish intensity as we had for the first time last night.

“Sounds lovely, but I can’t. You can’t. We can’t.” She starts moving out of the door again, and this time I let her go, as much as it sucks to do. “But keep your chin up. In eight hours, we can do this again.”

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