Page 15 of A Trap So Flawless (Titans and Tyrants #4)
Darragh
S he’s here with me in dreams. So vivid that I can feel her hair beneath my lips. Hear the soft rustle of her breathing. I don’t want to wake up.
Because when I wake up, she’ll be gone.
I sink into the dream, the sensation of her body against mine, her back pressed to my front.
Lust thickens in my veins, and I don’t know if it’s my dream dick or my real dick but I am harder than I’ve ever been.
I roll my hips, then thrust desperately against her, until my cock is nestled tightly between her thighs.
She gives a sleepy moan. I can feel myself waking more now. And I fight it with everything I have. If the dredges of dreams are all I’ll get of her, I’ll hold on to them with everything I’ve got.
Fighting wakefulness, fighting time, I grip her hip and adjust myself.
I pull myself free of my underwear and then draw back until my cock isn’t shoved forward between her thighs, but primed at the entrance to her pussy.
I drag my leaking tip along her slit, then nudge myself inside.
Hot. Tight. Not very wet yet, which only makes her even tighter.
I’m already on the verge of coming with the pathetic immediacy and thrilling intensity of a teenage wet dream.
“Darragh!” A strangled gasp. “Wait!”
Sleep is deserting me. But strangely, Valentina isn’t.
The more I wake up, the more visceral each sensation becomes.
The clamping heat of her pussy on the tip of my cock.
The miserably perfect plushness of her hip beneath my fingers.
When my eyes flicker open, it’s not the black hair I aways see when I’m asleep, but wild and wavy strands, some brown, but most of them blonde, looking nearly silver in the darkness.
She’s here. She’s real.
I’m awake. And I have fucking got her.
Possessiveness sweeps through me with the force of a monsoon. My hand abandons her hip for the exquisitely warm, soft hood of her swollen clit. I rub her hard, demanding and relentless, until she cries out and her cunt begins to weep around me.
Then, with a movement that comes more from primal instinct than thought, I slam myself all the way in.
She cries out again, an agonized sound. But I don’t think that she’s in pain. Or if she is, it isn’t only pain she’s feeling. If she’s suffering, then she’s suffering sweetly, her molten fucking channel already twitching and tightening around me. Trying to draw me in deeper.
I would have liked the first time I fucked her raw to have been a little slower. I would have liked to have her writhing and begging and hatefucking me with her eyes before I brought my dick within ten centimetres of her slick pussy.
But this violent collision between us, half-real and half-dreamed, feels inevitable. I don’t think I could have stopped it if I tried.
Don’t think I could have stopped it even if she begged me.
She hasn’t said anything else, hasn’t told me to wait again.
She’s too lost in the throes of my body moving inside hers, her voice rising and falling in ever-louder moans.
Then the moans suddenly cease, like she’s stopped breathing entirely.
Until her breath explodes out of her in a hoarse sob at the same moment that her cunt constricts.
She comes, and it is holy ecstasy. Dark elation. Sacred and electric and… And I don’t fucking know, because I’m not a fucking poet, and if there’s ever been a time that words have failed me, it is now.
But I don’t need words. All I need is her.
Heat throbs, a demanding drumbeat in my groin. I hear myself groan as scalding pressure – and pleasure – take over.
And then, the catastrophic release. My entire body locks up tight as I explode, bare and unprotected, coming over and over with my tip jammed up against the sucking softness of her cervix.
It’s only then, when I’m shuddering and spasming and spilling everything I have inside her, that Valentina finally finds her voice again to tell me, “No!”
“No?” I hiss against her ear, sliding my fingers back and forth over her clit, her flesh now slippery with her wetness and mine. “You’re going to tell me no while your greedy cunt is milking me like this? You’re squeezing the living fucking daylights out of my dick.”
She whimpers and arches her spine, her cunt giving another trembling spasm that steals my breath, steals another shivery jet of my come, and nearly steals my consciousness.
“You can’t come inside,” she mewls. She fists the bedding, as if she’s going to use it as some sort of anchor to haul herself away from me. “I’m not on the pill!”
I’ve never had any interest in spawning a squalling brat. Something about seeing your own dead da’s neck snapped inside its noose makes the idea of fatherhood infinitely unappealing.
No kids. That’s always been one of my rules. Never thought I’d have to enforce it, though. I never thought things would get this far with anyone.
“It’s too late, pet,” I pant. I’m fully spent inside her now. There’s no taking it back.
I could stay like this forever, with my softening dick held so sweetly inside her. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt relief like this in my entire life. Sleep is already pulling at me once again. I press my nose into her hair, inhale deeply, and close my eyes.
But Valentina is wiggling. Grunting and moving and pulling herself away from me. Before I can grip her hip to hold her here, she’s scooted herself across the bed. My dick slides out. The air is cold without her.
“What are you doing?” I ask her, sitting up and watching as she gingerly places her feet upon the ground and stands.
“I have to go deal with this,” she snaps without looking at me. Her back is to me. Her hair has been cut as well as bleached, but it’s still pretty long, falling in a messy tumble down her back in the darkness of the room.
“Deal with it, how?”
“Go get a morning after pill or something.”
I glance at the clock on the bedside table.
“It’s not even six in the morning,” I tell her, blearily registering the time. Jesus. We must have slept all afternoon, and then all the way through the night after that. I don’t think I’ve ever slept that long unless I was recovering from a Callum-inflicted concussion.
“Fine,” she says. “Then for now I’ll just shower and try to rinse as much of your come out of me that I can.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
Before she can react, I’ve got her, dragging her by the shoulders back into the bed.
She falls onto her back on the mattress, her perfect, pillowy tits bouncing, her lips parting with indignant surprise.
I hold her in place with one hand, using the other to flick on the bedside lamp.
She’s thrown into dim, golden focus, suffused with breathless colour.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asks as I kneel over her and force her legs apart.
Oh, fuck me. There it is. There’s the sight I’m after. I spread her wide and watch my thick, wet come dribble out.
Then I rub my fingers in the mess…
And push it all back in.
Valentina gasps at the sudden intrusion of my fingers. But she doesn’t fight me. Doesn’t kick me or scratch me or scream. Her gaze goes half-lidded as I curl my fingers deep inside.
“You’ll get your pill,” I rasp. “I’ll take you to the pharmacy myself.”
I’ll get her whatever she needs so that I can fuck her bare forever. I slide my fingers deeper, my dick already hardening with the thought that I’ll be inside her again soon.
“It’s not just about the pills, Darragh.”
My fingers still. I give her a questioning look.
Her gaze hardens. “How many women have you slept with?”
“How many?” I snort. What an absurd thing to ask me when I’m swirling my own come inside her. “I couldn’t tell you how many even with a gun to my goddamn head. Same way I couldn’t tell you a single one of their names.”
None of them made a lasting impression.
Because none of them were her.
Contempt, or disgust, or both, wrinkle her nose. “Charming. Do you just hate women then?”
“I suppose,” I say, tenderly stroking her from the inside until her hips give an adorable, involuntary twitch. “But then again, I basically hate everyone.”
“Even me?”
I press the heel of my hand to her clit.
“There have been times when you were the one I hated most,” I tell her plainly as I grind her most sensitive place.
I don’t need to protect her from the toxic truth of what’s between us. Because I know that she can take it. And I know she’s felt the same.
“But I’m learning,” I go on as I feel her tightening helplessly around my fingers, “that the line separating hate and love is as thin as the blade of a very sharp knife. When it comes to you, I’m never quite sure which side I’ll land on.” I watch her throat work as she swallows down a cry.
She’s trembling violently. Her insides are swelling. Squeezing me.
“Except for the moments when I land exactly in the middle,” I add. “Those are the moments that make me bleed.”
Or cry.
But I don’t say that part out loud.
I’ve probably said too much already.
I shut my trap. Valentina makes a tiny sound.
She’s going to come again.
At the last second, I tear my hand away and replace it with my cock. I slide inside so fucking easily this time. There’s nothing she can do to keep me out.
“And just so you know,” I growl as I take up a merciless rhythm, claiming her even deeper than before. Even deeper than I would have thought possible. “I did get tested recently. The results came back all clear.”
I got the results the day before I met with Vinny to make a deal for Valentina’s hand.
I wanted the paperwork ready, just in case.
I was half expecting him to accuse me of having syphilis or some shit.
Half expecting him to tell me not to come back until I had a goddamn doctor’s note proving I was worthy of sticking my dick in his daughter.
But he didn’t ask. All he asked about was Halifax, and manpower, and how he knew that he could trust me. Because all of that was more important to him than she was.
“You’ll get your pill,” I promise her again. My words devolve into a ragged moan as she comes helplessly on my cock.
And I go tumbling just as helplessly after her.