Page 34 of Twisted Fangs

As the aftershocks subside, Valen crawls back up my body, his lips finding mine in a deep, passionate kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, a heady mixture of us both, and it only serves to stoke the fire within me once more.

His voice,a low rumble filled with desire, instructs me to stand. "On your feet, my love," he says, his crimson eyes ablaze with a fiery intensity.

I rise, feeling the cool air of the room brush against my bare skin, my heart pounding with the thrill of anticipation. He guides me closer to him on the edge of the bed, positioning me so that I straddle him, our bodies aligning in a way that sends a shiver of excitement coursing through me.

I can feel the hard length of him pressing against the outside of my most sensitive area, a tangible reminder of his desire, of our shared need for one another.

As he enters me, I gasp at the sheer intensity of the sensation. He fills me completely, our bodies joined in the most intimate of ways. I move against him, setting a pace that is both frenzied and deliberate, each thrust eliciting a moan of pleasure from deep within my throat.

His hands move to my breasts, cupping them, his thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples. He dips his head, capturing one peak between his teeth, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud as I arch my back, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of his touch.

The feel of his mouth on me, combined with the relentless rhythm of his hips, sends waves of ecstasy crashing over me. I am lost in a sea of sensation, every nerve ending alight with fiery passion.

"Look at me, Rhea," Valen commands, his voice ragged with need.

My eyes lock onto his, and in that moment, I am utterly and completely his.

I can feel the tension coiling within me, an impending climax that threatens to sweep me away. Valen's movements become more urgent, his own release imminent.

"I love you, Valen," I declare, my voice loud and clear.

"And I love you, Rhea," he responds, his voice filled with conviction. "Now and forever."

With those words,we both succumb to the overwhelming tide of our shared climax, our bodies shuddering in ecstatic unison. The world around us fades as we ride the waves of our passion.

As the aftershocks subside, we cling to one another, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts beating in sync. I rest my forehead against his, our breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath of our lovemaking.

Valen's arms wrap around me, holding me close. We have both come so far, endured so much, and yet, here we are—stronger, together.

24

VALEN

Months have passed since the night Rhea and I turned the tide of our personal war against the dark elves. We've become a force to be reckoned with, a nightmare lurking in the shadows of their once-impregnable territory. The forests and caverns that were once our hiding places have now witnessed the fall of many a dark elf warrior. With each skirmish, Rhea's prowess grows, her human past becoming a distant memory as she wields her newfound Vrakken abilities with deadly precision.

Tonight, the remnants of our latest encounter with the enemy lie strewn about us—a grim tableau that speaks of our relentless pursuit of justice. I watch Rhea as she moves among the fallen, her gaze cool and assessing. There's a fierceness in her now, a predatory grace that belies the gentle soul I once knew. She has truly embraced this life, this curse, and turned it into a weapon of unimaginable potency.

"We've done it, Valen," she says, her voice carrying the weight of our victories and the losses we've endured to achieve them. "We've torn their world apart, just as they did to ours."

I step closer, my hand finding the small of her back. The connection between us is electric, a current that courses through my veins and grounds me to the present. "We've avenged our pasts," I reply, my tone low and steady, "but it's the future that concerns me now."

She turns to me, the ghost of a smile playing upon her lips. "And what future is that?" she asks.

My gaze holds hers, unflinching. "One where we are not bound by the chains of hatred and revenge. One where we can simply... be." I say, my voice filled with hope.

Rhea's smile widens, and she moves into my embrace, her head resting against my chest. I can feel the steady thrum of her heartbeat, a rhythm that matches my own. "I like the sound of that," she murmurs.

Together, we stand in silence, the quiet comfort of each other's presence a balm against the chaos we've wrought. The cool night air whispers around us, carrying with it the promise of a new dawn—one that we will face side by side, as mates, as equals, as survivors of a war that has shaped us in ways we could never have imagined.

I lean down, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, my arms tightening around her.

My gaze lingers on her. The moonlight bathes her in an ethereal glow. She stands tall and unbroken now.

A silent understanding has always passed between us, an alpha and his mate, bound by blood and battle. But there is a shadow that has stretched between us. It is time to cleanse it, to lay bare my soul and seek her absolution.

With a determined breath, I lower myself onto my knees before her. The gesture is both a declaration of my love and an admission of my guilt. My hands cradle her boot gently, reverently.

"Valen," she whispers, her voice tinged with surprise. She tries to pull away, to bring me back to my feet, but I am resolute.

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