Page 118 of Antiletum
“Are you drunk?” I ask, nodding towards his glass.
“No. I’d only just started.”
Boldly, I throw a leg over his, straddling his lap uninvited. Val’s jaw is tense, teeth clamped together tight. But he won’t move his arms, bring them around my body and pull me close like I need him to. Not even as his black gaze stays pinned on me, unblinking. Soaking in every angle of my face like it’s the only thing worth looking at in the world.
I trail my hand up his cheek, our eyes locked with intensity. “Ichooseyou. We belong to each other, just as you’ve been telling me.”
Val’s eyes close, his head falling forward to land on my chest, right against my heartbeat. I run my fingers through his hair. But his arms never move.
“Valledyn,” I whisper, knowing now the full importance of that name, why it’s affected him so every time I utter its entirety. Because it’s the one he chose for himself. Keeping in mind the way Blair told me he didn’t share his name from before with anyone, because he is that person no more.
“Look at me,” I plead, picking his head up to face me again. He acquiesces easily. Malleable in my hands, miserable longing alive in hiseyes. Those black depths hold a smoldering fire that might burn me alive. “Touch me. Please, touch me.”
And finally, at my urging, he moves. Slowly. Unpeeling himself from where he’s kept his hands glued to the couch. But he doesn’t touch me in the way I expect. Instead of crashing his mouth into mine in a passionate kiss, or grabbing a fistful of my hair or my ass, Val winds his arms around my back, pulling me close. Tucking me against him. His chin nestles into my neck; I rest my head against the side of his.
Hugging each other.
Simply holding an embrace of two people in love in a way that we weren’t allowed to before. Raw and real. Our true reunion after all this time. Val’s heart thumps against my body. Strong and sure. Mine resounds right back.
His.
I pull away, my hands at either side of his neck. “Kiss me,” I beg. Quiet. Desperate.
He cups my chin, breathing hard, fingers gentle and sure. He leans forward, capturing my mouth with his. As knowing and familiar as that night in the graveyard, holding the same air of wanting. Just as slow and exploratory, savoring each other’s taste. But it’s deeper than before. Harder. More claiming.
The taste of whiskey on his breath adds to his allure, dark, spicy, and downright sinful.
Val’s arm grips my back as his lips move against mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth with a languid stroke. I open wide, letting him in to devour me whole.
My nipples are painfully hard, rubbing against my clothes with added friction from my piercings. I let out a husky moan, slowly rolling my hips to grind on Val’s lap. Removing his hand from my face, I take his ring finger in my mouth, sucking it down to swirl my tonguearound his wedding band. His lips part, a hissing breath blowing past them, watching his finger in my mouth with rapt awe. Val pushes it down my throat, quick and owning and making me gag, before pulling it out, releasing with a pop.
Liquid heat spreads between my legs, Val hardening beneath me. My tongue pushes into his mouth again, caressing each other in another deep, sultry kiss. Loud, slow, and wet. I bite his bottom lip, one of his rings clicking against my teeth, and he groans for me. A quiet, needy, masculine sound.
“Touchme,” I tell Val again, my hips rolling into his, needing him as close as he can possibly be. Break me apart and put me back together from within.
Val groans, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling my head to the side, deepening the kiss. Urgency taking over, his other hand wraps around my waist, guiding me to rub over his cock. I lift my dress, exposing my naked ass beneath, thanks to the fact that I discarded my panties in his en suite. The air is cold against me, adding to my sensation.
Val moans into my mouth, palming my bare ass and kneading with his big hand. “You knew what you were doing, before coming to find me.”
I answer with a slow nod, rubbing my nose against his, just like owls do—just how he likes.
“You love driving me mad, don’t you?”
I’m all wet and warm, ruining my husband’s soft pants, the only barrier between him and my waiting, wanting pussy.
Val lifts, just enough to pull his pants down and kick them away, his cock falling free, long, heavy, and thick.
He pushes my head down to look at his cock, shockingly huge and laying against his dark shirt that’s melded to his toned stomach. “This is what you want?”
I reach between us, stroking my fingers softly against his hot head, swiping the wet tip before I pull them away. “Yes.”
Val yanks me back down on top of him, but not the way I need.
The ridge of him is nestled between my soaking wet seam. His flesh is hot on mine as he starts grinding his hips to slide against me. The head of his cock barely nudges against my overly sensitive clit with every thrust up, throbbing and wanting. I make a needy noise every time it brushes against my piercing, my entire body tightening in response.
Val pulls me closer, doing it again with more intention. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I whine.
