Page 19 of Mourning Wings (Whitmore Legacy #1)

RONNIE

I sit in my office, the familiar sound of computers filling the silence. It has become a ritual, watching Valeria as she starts her day. The whole mess with the Whitmores may be behind us —sort of —but it hasn’t dulled my need to see her every second I can.

The monitors flicker to life, and there she is, stepping out of her bedroom, wearing nothing but panties and a paper-thin tank top. Her nipples press against the fabric, hair still damp, clinging to her skin like dewdrops on a petal. My pulse quickens. God , she’s stunning.

Months have passed since that grim night at the estate, and we’ve been inseparable ever since. Years apart melted away as if they’d never existed, but it’s still not enough. I crave her presence, day and night. I’ve been begging her to move in with me for weeks, and finally, she gave in.

As Valeria moves through the kitchen, a sense of calm washes over me. She’s not working today—it’s Saturday —but nothing changes her morning routine. I lean back in my seat, taking a sip of my own drink, knowing I’ll see her soon to help pack up her things. Still , even that anticipation can’t quell the urge to see her now.

She pauses mid-step, glancing upward, her gaze locking onto the camera nestled atop the cabinets. A wicked grin spreads across her face, eyes gleaming. Slowly , her arm rises, and she flips me off, her grin turning into a devilish smirk. My breath catches.

The memory of the night we came back to her place after burning down the Whitmore estate flashes vividly through my head.

The wind rushed past us as we rode my motorcycle, Valeria behind me with her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I could feel the warmth of her body pressed against my back, her legs snug against mine. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs, exposing smooth skin that brushed against me each time I shifted gears or leaned into a turn. Every time she tightened her hold, a jolt of electricity crackled between us. My heart raced faster, and I couldn’t help but smile beneath my helmet. We’re finally back together.

When we arrived at Valeria’s building, I slowed the bike, steering it into a parking spot. The engine’s roar faded into a gentle purr before I cut it off.

Valeria’s grip loosened, but she didn’t let go immediately.

When I turned my head, our eyes met as she lifted her helmet. Despite the soot smeared across her face and the streaks of crimson staining her skin and clothes, she was a goddess—her hair a light, wavy cascade, her eyes fierce and alive. The contrast of the grime and blood only seemed to heighten her beauty, making her seem otherworldly, untouchable. Even in her disheveled state, she was breathtaking.

“ How do you know where I live?” she asked with a little bite in her tone, cutting through the silence.

Valeria caught my mischievous smirk.

“ You know what? Never mind,” she said, rolling her eyes.

When we reached her door, I stepped in behind her. The air carried the faint scent of her perfume, and it made my insides fucking tingle.

I glanced back at Valeria , who stared at me with confusion.

Ignoring her questioning look, I walked into the kitchen and began to open cabinets, searching through them for pots and pans, my hands moving almost automatically as I gathered ingredients from the fridge and pantry.

“ What are you doing?” Valeria asked.

“ You have to eat,” I replied casually.

Her gaze flickered between me and the stuff in my hands.

“ How do you even know your way around my kitchen?”

I paused briefly, a playful smile spreading across my face as I looked up at the corner of the kitchen ceiling. “ Say cheese,” I quipped.

Valeria stood, dumbfounded as I pointed out where each camera was.

She couldn’t even find it in herself to be mad at me for the stalking anymore, and didn’t ask me to take them down. Not like I would’ve given her the option anyway.

I come back to reality, bringing my attention to the screens in front of me.

Valeria hops onto the counter, legs spread as she leans back. My heart stutters.

Holy shit .

Her fingers slip under the band of her panties, sliding them aside to reveal her wet, glistening folds. A low groan escapes my throat as I sink deeper into my leather chair. My hand drifts to my chest, squeezing one breast before I pinch my nipple, sending a shockwave through me.

Valeria’s eyes stay fixed on the camera, her fingers tracing over her slick slit, spreading her wetness with deliberate slowness. My mouth waters when she plunges two fingers deep into herself, her head tipping back, lips parting in a silent moan. I curse the lack of audio, desperate to hear her gasps of pleasure.

Her movements quicken, fingers pumping furiously while her other hand circles her clit. I mirror her, slipping my hand down, finding my clit already swollen and aching. Electricity buzzes under my skin and my eyes flutter, but I force them open. Valeria’s putting on a show, just for me. My perfect butterfly.

Her chest rises and falls, body trembling as her climax approaches. I want to be there. I should be there, making her come with my own hands. My pleasure builds alongside hers, my heart racing, skipping, then racing again.

Valeria’s body tenses, legs shaking as she comes, hard . I watch, captivated, as her orgasm crashes over her. She leans back, eyes glazed, lips curved into a satisfied smirk. She pulls her panties back in place, hops off the counter, and resumes making her coffee, as if she hadn’t just wrecked me through the screen.

Fuck this. I’m going over there.

I shove my chair back, fastening my pants as I rush from the office. Fifteen minutes later, I’m off my motorcycle and bolting up to her apartment.

The door’s unlocked, just as I hoped. My filthy girl left it open for me.

I burst inside, searching for her. I find her lounging on the couch, sipping her coffee like nothing happened. She doesn’t flinch as I approach, and I don’t say a word.

Dropping to my knees, I grab her waist, pulling her to the edge of the couch. I tear her soaked panties off, breathing in her intoxicating scent before tucking them into my pocket. Her pussy is bare and beautiful, and I waste no time diving in.

Her taste invades my senses as I moan against her skin. “ Valeria ,” I murmur. “ Butterfly . You’re going to kill me with this perfect cunt.”

She reclines back, getting comfortable while I devour her like she’s the only thing I’ll ever need. Nothing compares to the taste of her. I flick my tongue in tight circles over her clit, applying just enough pressure to make her body writhe. Her moans come faster now, filling the room.

Spitting onto my hand, I slide two fingers deep inside her, curling them to hit that perfect spot. “ Fuck , yes,” Valeria cries, her voice a breathless plea. “ Right there. Don’t stop.”

Her arousal soaks my hand, dripping down onto the couch. I press my thumb into her tight asshole, feeling the muscle squeeze around me. I’m so close to losing control; my need to touch myself is nearly overwhelming, but Valeria’s pussy is greedy, and I’m more than happy to let her take everything I have.

Her body locks up, a scream tearing from her throat as she comes, squirting all over my hand. I slip my fingers out, giving her space to ride the waves of her orgasm. Cum splashes across me, and I return my mouth to her, savoring the last drops of her climax.

Her entire body trembles, breathless and spent. “ Holy fuck,” she pants, a shy smile tugging at her lips. “ I made a mess.”

I chuckle, wiping my chin. “ You sure did, princesa. Let me clean you up.”

I move in again, but Valeria claps her legs shut with a giggle. “ No , no. I can’t take any more.” Her laughter is soft and sweet, sending warmth through me. I get lost in her eyes, overwhelmed by how deeply I love this woman.

“ What ?” she asks, her voice curious, pulling me from my trance.

“ I just love you,” I say, leaning in to kiss her, soft and slow. “ You’re the air I need to survive, the gravity that keeps me grounded. Now that I’ve found the piece of me that was missing, it feels like home. You’re my first thought in the morning, and my last breath at night. I’ve loved you since you sat next to me in that secluded area of the forest, surrounded by butterflies that didn’t even come close to your beauty, and I’ll keep loving you until the stars forget to shine.”

Valeria’s eyes soften, her lips barely brushing mine as she replies, “ And I love you, Ronnie . I’d been searching for a place to belong, and I found it in your arms. You are the love I’ve dreamed of, the love I never knew I deserved. I’ll follow you anywhere, because with you, I’m not just living— I’m alive,” she whispers, pulling me closer.

No matter how close we get, it’ll never be enough.

I grin as I stand. “ Now , let’s get to work. I’m not spending another night without you in my bed.”

As she walks past, I slap her ass playfully, and she throws a look over her shoulder. “ Do we get to keep the cameras?” she asks, her smirk sultry.

“ Yes . Whatever my butterfly wants.”

Always .