Page 51 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
It’s better this way. To get it over with now and break our hearts before we get any more attached.
But I don’t fucking care.
I surge forward and crush my mouth to his, pulling him into me by his hips, gripping on to strands of pink-coated hair and holding him there until his arms come around me.
He doesn’t hold me by my waist or shoulders but in a wide grip that encompasses my entire torso. His grip is tight enough to bruise, but it makes me feel secure. His mouth is an insatiable cavern that pillages mine, and I can do nothing but give into the silent command his body gives me.
I let him own me.
I’ve never given myself to someone like that before.
“I knew you’d come back,” he says between heavy kisses and strokes of his tongue.
“I need you.” Because there’s too much noise in my head to process the thoughts and emotions building up inside like a hurricane.
“I’m here.”
Because he’s always here. Here. Here.
“I need you more.”
Always more. Everything with Valen is more.
“Anything.”
That’s a big promise to make to someone like me.
“Fuck me.” I finally pull my mouth away, gasp in a much-needed breath, and frantically search his eyes. “I need you to fuck me.”
He chuckles and cups my face in his hands, the next kiss subdued but still urgent. “That’s not a hardship.”
I can’t handle the words anymore, the mess inside of me threatening to spill if I open up, so I lean into him. Breathe him in. Taste him.
“I’ve got you. I’m here.”
Valen will take care of me.
He’s the only one who ever has.
I’m not sure I’ll survive without him again.
It’shazyonhowI got here, pushed against the tiny bathroom counter with my shirt thrown into the corner and Valen’s greedy lips on my neck. My cock is throbbing like a bass drum, aching for his hand, his mouth, whatever he decides to give me pleasure with. His hard body on mine is a promise so reverent it’s almost impossible to keep my hands off him.
“No touching. Let me take care of you.”
It’s the sweetest kind of torture.
“I need you to be quiet. Can you do that for me?”
He’s mouthing at my collarbone, tracing it with his tongue, and I don’t know how he expects to get a straight answer out of me.
“Yes,” I gasp out in a hurried whisper, need growing past the point of rational thought. I want to reach for him. Beg him to kiss me, shove his hand in my pants and grip me hard. I want to be fucked to the point nothing exists except my hole and his cock.
But Valen wants quiet, so I grip the counter tighter with shaking hands and push my chest out in invitation.
“So good,” he mutters as his lips trail lower, and the praise makes my whole body shudder.
He swirls his tongue around my nipple, meeting my eyes as he follows the action by dragging his teeth over it.
