Chapter 16
Val
I barely feel the cool night air as Gunnolf and I leave the car. His hand hovers at my back, never quite touching but close enough to feel his warmth radiating through my shirt. The quiet power in that small gesture sends a thrill through me, leaving me breathless when we cross his front steps.
My body is completely alive, wanting, waiting, and thirsting for Gunnolf. As the door closes behind us, there’s no sound but the soft click of my shoes on the hardwood floor and the quiet hum of electricity in the air. We linger near the door, each absorbing the change from tension-filled, crime-ridden halls to this peaceful space.
Gunnolf’s eyes on mine cause me to squirm, pressing my knees together. I can hardly handle the pulsing between my legs. My God, I want him to fill me up right this instant.
I bite my lip. Too afraid to look away, too paralyzed by desire to make a move.
Before I know it, Gunnolf’s hands are at my waist, fingers tracing lazy circles that leave fire in their wake. The heat pooling low in my stomach ignites, stronger than anything I’ve ever felt.
He lowers his face to mine, hesitating just before his lips touch mine, “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are? How much I want to fuck you every single day?”
“And what are we going to do about that?” I barely manage to whisper, my breath catching in my throat.
“I don’t want to hurt you. You’ve been through a lot.” He whispers, his lips gently brushing against mine, sending shockwaves through my nerves. My God.
“Are you sure?” he whispers, his voice a gravelly, dangerous thing in the silence. Those two words carry an edge of hesitation, like he’s walking a line he shouldn’t cross but can’t resist. I meet his gaze, holding it with every ounce of certainty.
“Yes,” I breathe, and every nerve in my body is tethered to that word.
In an instant, his lips crash onto mine. He’s not sweet or gentle. This is something raw and primal—a pent-up storm finally unleashed.
My underwear is soaked already as his hands cup my face, rough yet respectful, his tongue sliding into my mouth. Our bodies press together tightly as though we could meld into one.
We stumble backward, my hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the taut strength of his muscles as he guides me down the hallway. I don’t know his place as well as my own, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll follow him anywhere tonight.
He lifts me with ease, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me up the stairs. His lips are still pressed against mine, and his tongue is still wrestling with mine.
The bedroom door swings open, and we barely make it to the bed before pulling at each other’s clothes. My fingers fumble with his shirt, eager and impatient, slipping over the soft fabric before finally finding the buttons. His hands are at my waist, tracing the curve of my hips, slipping under my shirt to pull it over my head.
The cool air brushes over my bare skin as the clothes leave my body, but the chill doesn’t last long before his warmth presses into me. My eyes seem to roll into the back of my head.
He kisses down my neck, each press of his lips sending a shiver through me. He moves slowly, teasing me, and I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
Savoring each moment and the thrill of his breath on my skin. His hands slide down my sides, his fingers digging into my hips as though he’s anchoring himself.
“Goddess, Val,” he murmurs against my neck, his voice rough with need. “You drive me insane.”
I want to respond, but my words turn into a gasp as his mouth moves lower. Every touch, every kiss, stokes the fire building within me until I’m lost to the heat, to him. I close my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me, his touch, his scent, the feeling of his skin against mine.
His tongue flicks over my collarbone just as another gust of wind comes in from the window, cooling my overheated skin where his tongue has just been.
“Do you know how perfect you are?” he asks, dragging his tongue down toward my breasts.
My fingers tighten in the mass of his hair, and he groans at the tugging sensation. But he doesn’t stop, kissing and gently biting his way down to my erect nipple.
He takes me in between his lips, gently biting down on the sides of my nipple while his tongue flickers over it. My back arches, and I push myself toward him, instinctually wanting more. Needing more.
His hand cups my other breast, squeezing it before it trails down my side. OMG. His fingers trace small circles on my hip as they make their way toward my honey pot, only making me even more wet.
I need him. I can’t stand it.
His thumb makes its way to my clit, pressing down on it, “Goddess, you’re so wet,” he delights, “I can’t wait to taste you again.”
A moan escapes my lips as he rubs my clit and toys with my nipple at the same time. My skin erupts in goosebumps. My hips buck along with the movements of his thumb.
“I need you inside of me,” I pant.
“And you’ll have me, but first, I am going to feast on you until you cum over and over again,” he says against my skin between kisses as he positions himself between my thighs.
I nearly lose it the moment his tongue flicks over my honey pot.
“My Goddess, you are sweet,” he says, taking my legs and lifting them over his shoulders, holding my thighs securely against either side of him.
His tongue devours me, and he nibbles and kisses and sucks on my clit. “My God,” I pant, “I am going to cum!”
He doesn’t stop. Instead, he presses harder against me. Shockwaves roll through me. I squirm, buck, and try to get away as I scream out in pleasure, but he doesn’t let me go.
Gunnolf keeps licking and sucking until I’ve cum again and again, and I can’t breathe anymore.
Finally, he releases me from his mouth and leaves kisses on either side of my thighs as he moves up between my legs. The head of his hard cock resting against my sensitive clit.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“I’ll only do it if you ask me nicely,” he says with a wicked grin.
“Please, Gunnolf, I want you to fill me up. I need to feel you inside of me.”
“Well,” he chuckles, “since you asked me so nicely.”
Within seconds, he repositioned himself to my entrance, and with one thrust, he was inside of me, my walls clamping down around his thick shaft.
“Dang, you’re so tight. You feel so good wrapped around me,” he moans as he pumps in and out of me, stretching me out with every thrust.
“I love the way you feel inside of me.” I moan.
My body tingles from head to toe as he fills me up and bends down to kiss me. I can taste myself on him, and when his thumb goes back toward my clit as he pumps in and out of me, I explode once more, and this time he cums with me.
Finally, we collapse together, breathing hard, our bodies tangled in the sheets. He pulls me close, wrapping an arm around me like he’s afraid to let go. For a moment, there’s only the quiet rhythm of our breathing, the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear.
The evening passes sweetly and sensually as we wake time and time again from our slumber to take pleasure in one another once more. The sun starts to creep in through the window, and as it does, reality intrudes on our sanctuary, as it always does.
Gunnolf’s body tenses beside me, and I know what’s coming before he speaks. “I have to go back to the office.”
I press my hand to his chest, “I know.”
He leans down, kissing my forehead, lingering there, reluctant to pull away. “It’s Marcus and his associates. We need answers, and I’m not letting him out of sight.”
I nod, understanding, “Go,” I whisper, managing a faint smile. “But come back to me when you can.”
He presses one last lingering kiss to my lips before he stands, dressing in the dim light. He slips out, leaving me alone in his bed, and as I lay there, feeling the lingering warmth of his touch, I knew I’d be waiting.