Page 57 of Vulnerate

Holding my waist, he looks up at me with longing, it’s my own reflected back at me. The words that soothed me are forever on my skin as a reminder, now they’re on his lips.

“Knowing you is loving you, Dani mine.”

Hearing him repeat it when it’s only been my own voice when I fall into the dark pit over the years has emotion clogging my throat.

This Valentin is mine, it’s not the one he shows everyone else. He’s the same person who I fell in love with at ten years old before he even knew my name.

Pressing a soft kiss to my stomach he moves up my body until he’s at his full height. Cupping my face with two hands he speaks so low, uncertain, that it doesn’t sound like him.

“I’ve been tested, and I haven’t touched anyone since you came back but I can wear a rubber.”

Any wish to feel him bare again is replaced with reality and I kiss his cheek, hoping it portrays that I believe him.He’s trying to reassure me after my comment, and I hate that his hurts create an ache in my chest.

He gently lowers me to the bed and worships my body with his lips. Every kiss is reverent, and his hands map my body like he’s implanting it into his memory. Holding my tits together he pushes his tongue between them and the feeling travels down my body settling between my thighs. I’ve wanted him in every way for so long, without any anger or hate between us, has every other emotion springing forward.

Love.

Longing.

Regret.

Guilt.

My back arches as he flicks my nipple with his tongue and I hold his head, silently asking for more. Even when he’s being nice he’s an asshole as he continues teasing me and traces down my stomach with the tip ofhis tongue. Opening my legs wider, he blows a path of cool air on my overheated skin and says to himself, “Such a pretty pussy.”

It’s barely louder than the soft music playing but my legs go lax from his awe. I pull him closer not wanting any more emotion to be added to my own when we can chase it away with our bodies. Val flattens his hands on my inner thighs and groans into me as he sucks my clit between his teeth. He grips my flesh tighter and his lashes flutter. My back arches and a low curse floats up to the ceiling as he gently destroys me. His tongue isn’t lashing or cruel, it’s loving and still killing me.

Hooking my leg over his shoulder, I dig my heel into his back, controlling his movements and pushing his head further down. The only part of his face that’s visible are his eyes and the top of his cheeks but I know he’s smiling as he circles my entrance with his tongue. The groan leaving him vibrates into my body and he moves further up, making patterns on my clit.

It’s too intense, there’s not enough to give me real relief but I can feel it building already. I try to drag him up and the asshole shakes his head, slowly running the flat of his tongue over where I want his dick.

My fingers tighten in his hair as I beg pathetically. “Please, I want you to fuck me Valentin.”

As if his name is the magic word he rushes up and seals his lips over mine. I can taste myself on him and the soft gentle kiss of before is replaced with urgency. Need. It’s more than desire, our world is ending, and this is the final moment.

Turning crazed with the clock ticking, I fumble with his belt and push the rest of his clothes away. Pushing into his shoulders until our positions are reversed, I straddle his thighs and flatten my palms on his chest as he puts a condom on. We don’t look away from each other as I lift up on my knees and my mouth opens feeling him pushing into me. He’s long and thick stretching me, leaving a mark that I’ll never be able to able to forget.

I clench and roll my hips as I sink down. The words leaving him are filled with love and his hands are the same massaging up my body.

“My beauty. Ride me, baby.”

Leaning over him, I seal our lips together to stop the words that will haunt me. His hands are loud as he smooths across my ribs and cups my ass with both hands while slowly thrusting up burying his dick inside mefully. The softness is going to ruin me, and my throat burns as he allows me a taste of what could have been. I want the lie we’re telling each other, for this to be true and at least have a memory when the sun comes up.

Begging for the same thing he asked of me, I speak between our lips. “Lie to me.”

He flips me on my back and his thrusts are slow and purposeful as he stares between my eyes. Whatever he sees has his lips moving and he rests his forehead on mine spilling beautiful lies.

“I’ve always loved you.” There’s no deceit in his features and I claw at his back passing my hurt into him. He kisses my cheek, and his lips don’t leave my skin as he moves across my jaw to my neck and fucks me harder. “I’ll never stop.”

Biting his shoulder because my fingers aren’t enough, I grind into him regretting asking him to open his mouth. “You’ll always be mine.”

Copying my bite, he moves my knees to rest on his elbows and continues to ruin me physically and mentally.

“My beautiful artist.”

He brings me with him as he sits on his knees and fucks up into me. I hold his face as my body shakes from the force of his thrusts.

There’s sadness darkening his eyes, the yellows turning brown and the creases getting more pronounced. I’ve recreated every expression that my mind held of his handsome features but this one is new, and we cling to each other. There’s a gap between our lips that neither of us close as he rests his forehead on mine

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