Page 20 of Twisted Fangs

I silence him with a kiss, my lips claiming his with a newfound confidence. I can taste myself on his tongue, an intimate reminder of the pleasure he's just given me. I break the kiss, my lips trailing down his jaw, his neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin.

His body tenses with anticipation. I make my way down, my fingers tracing the contours of his muscular chest, his abdomen, feeling the coiled strength beneath his skin. I reach the waistband of his pants, my fingers deftly undoing the ties that hold them up.

I pull them down, revealing his hard, throbbing member. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him, but I refuse tolet my nerves get the better of me. I meet his gaze, holding it as I lower my head, my tongue darting out to taste him.

He inhales sharply, his entire body shuddering beneath me. I wrap my lips around him, taking him into my mouth as far as I can. I use my hand to stroke the base of his shaft, my tongue swirling around the tip, exploring every ridge and vein.

"Rhea…" he groans, his voice strained.

I smile around him, pleased with his reaction. I increase my pace, sucking and stroking him with a rhythm that has him panting and cursing under his breath. His fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me without forcing me.

I can feel him holding back, fighting against the rising tide of his orgasm. I want to push him over the edge, to make him lose control the way he did for me. I want to show him that I can be strong, that I can take care of him too.

"Rhea," he warns, his voice raspy with need. "I'm close."

Suddenly, he pulls me up from my knees. "Stand up," he commands, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

I rise on unsteady legs, my heart pounding in my chest. I'm acutely aware of the dampness between my thighs, a testament to the desire that he ignites within me.

"Bend over the bed," he instructs, his crimson eyes gleaming with an intensity that takes my breath away.

I obey, the rough fabric of the blankets scratching against my palms as I lean forward. My body is a tangle of nerves and excitement, the anticipation of what's to come making my head spin.

Valen stands behind me, his hands roaming over my hips, my backside, igniting a trail of fire wherever he touches.

He positions himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his member pressing against me. I'm momentarily taken aback by the sheer size of him, a flicker of apprehension fluttering in mystomach. But then he's pushing inside me, stretching me, filling me in a way I've never experienced before.

The sensation is overwhelming, a mixture of pain and pleasure that leaves me gasping for air. "Valen," I whisper, my voice trembling with the intensity of the moment.

"Relax, Rhea," he murmurs, his hand coming around to stroke my clit in slow, deliberate circles. The added sensation sends me spiraling, the pleasure building within me with each thrust of his hips.

We find a rhythm as old as time itself. I'm lost in the sensation of him moving inside me, the feel of his fingers working magic on my most sensitive spot. I can feel my climax building, threatening to erupt at any second.

"Come for me, Rhea," Valen urges, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release.

And so I do, surrendering to the waves of pleasure that wash over me. I let out a loud moan as my body shudders with the force of my orgasm. Valen continues to pound into me, his own release imminent.

With a final, powerful thrust, he finds his release and lets out a guttural groan, spilling his seed deep inside me. The sensation of him coming undone within me is primal, a claiming that marks me as his in the most intimate way possible.

We collapse onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, our bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of our passion. Valen's arms wrap around me, holding me close as our breathing slowly returns to normal.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his voice laced with concern.

I nod, snuggling closer to his warmth. "I'm more than alright," I assure him, a smile playing on my lips.

He presses a kiss to the top of my head, his hand stroking my hair in a soothing rhythm. "Good. Because you're mine now, Rhea. And I'm never letting you go," he insists.

His words send a thrill through me, a sense of belonging and security that I've never felt before. With Valen, I've found not just a mentor and a lover, but a partner in the truest sense of the word.

As I drift off to sleep in Valen's arms, I can't help but feel a sense of peace. For the first time in my life, I'm exactly where I'm meant to be.

15

VALEN

The night is a quiet beast tonight, its breath held in anticipation of our next move. The supply camp below us is a sleeping giant. The dark elves' fires burn low and their guards' attention wanes with the late hour. Rhea's crouching beside me, her presence a constant hum in my heightened senses. Since our intimate night together, the world has taken on a new hue—one where every shadow holds danger, and every moment with her is a stolen fragment of time I never knew I craved.

I signal to Rhea, a subtle nod that sets our plan into motion. We've done this dance before, each step choreographed in the safety of our hidden camp, each cut and thrust practiced until it became as natural as breathing. But tonight, something feels off. My instincts, honed over centuries of survival and subterfuge, scream at me to retreat immediately, to pull Rhea back into the embrace of the darkness that has become our sanctuary.

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