Page 40 of The Sins That Bleed

A Violent Beauty

RAI

H er lips have barely left mine before I’m gripping at her waist and pulling her to me.

I stand and march us toward the bedroom, holding her to me as tightly as I can in fear that if I give her any room, she’ll flee.

I can see the war raging inside her mind, but she doesn’t need to worry about feeding from me.

I want her to. Fuck, it’s all I’ve thought about this week, and my cock twitches at the thought.

The bedroom is laced with pockets of darkness, the low flame in the fireplace warming the room, altering the tension between us into something softer.

I take a seat on the edge of the bed so Valeska can straddle me, the friction of her moving rubbing against me.

It’s tearing at my self-control to not rip our clothes off.

I grip her hips, forcing her to rock into me and we both curse under our breath. She feels so good against me and I’m going to take my time exploring her tonight. Breathing in her cherry scent has my mouth watering at the thought of tasting her and driving her over the edge with my tongue.

“Fuck, you feel so good Valeska.” I press a kiss to her mouth.

Her hands find the edges of my jacket before she’s pushing it off my shoulders, dragging it down my arms, and discarding it behind her. Her hands are only gone for a second before they find the hem of my long-sleeve tee but I stop her, my hands clasping over hers.

“We have the whole night, I don’t want to rush this with you, not this time.” I rub my thumbs over her cold hands before placing them over my shoulders.

I brush her nose with mine, that craving of intimacy I’d been feeling since I last saw her has finally stopped clawing at my skin now that I have her close. My fingers slip underneath the dark sweatshirt she’s wearing so I can feel some skin and share my warmth.

That’s when I recognise the sweatshirt—it’s one of mine.

I groan at seeing her in my clothes, she looks so fucking good.

I hadn’t noticed what she was wearing before, too consumed by the need to be near her, and it’s a good job too.

If I’d have noticed before, I think I’d have thrown her over my shoulder and carried her out to my room with no explanation.

“You look so good in my clothes, sweetheart.” I kiss her once, twice, before deepening the kiss.

She rocks herself on top of me, and if she keeps this up it will be over before we’ve even taken our clothes off. I lean back and remove her hands from me, placing a kiss on top of each one and placing them in her lap so she doesn’t feel like I’m about to reject her or stop what we’re doing.

I can tell that’s where her mind is going by the small frown that’s playing over her face.

It’s my turn to grip the hem of my top and I lean back slightly as I pull it over my torso, taking my time to expose my abs to her and give her a show. Her eyes raptly follow the material as it moves over my skin, scorching every inch they trace.

She waits to touch me, and seeing how bad she wants to has me clenching my abs. The thought of her running those long nails over them before she follows with her tongue has my cock swelling until it’s almost painful.

I tug the shirt over my head and throw it behind her, leaning back on my hands so she can take a good look at me. The way she studies me, like I’m the prettiest flower she could find in the meadow, has me practically panting.

“You are magnifique.” Her words are laced with awe, and I blush. Nobody has made me feel the way she does.

“Thank you, but if you don’t start touching me, I think I might die.”

She gives me a small smile and my heart blooms. She’s looked so sad today and I fucking hate it. She places her hands on my chest, less cold than they were before now that she’s been touching me and from the warmth from the fire, but enough to make my nipples pebble.

She watches them and licks her lips, watching what she does to me and enjoying it. Her hands trail down my pecs, brushing lightly over my nipples before tugging. I bite my lip at the sensation. Everything she does to me feels good and this is no exception.

“I love touching you, Rai, the way you react to my touch is riveting.” Her eyes sparkle as they meet mine.

“Then you better keep going, I need more, Valeska, please .”

My begging tips her over the edge and she continues her path down before coming back up, this time ghosting her nails over my skin, making goosebumps break out over my flesh.

I throw my head back as she rolls her hips, the sensation too much.

Fingers wrap around my throat, squeezing lightly until I open my eyes and meet hers.

“I love watching you come apart for me. I want to gift you the same. I’m going to take off my clothes and you’re going to watch me ride you with half of yours still on.”

I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.

She slips off me and takes a step back from the bed. With incredible patience, she strips out of the sweatshirt, dropping it to the floor. Fuck , she has nothing on underneath, and the thought of her only wearing that all day goes straight to my head.

Knowing I’ve not been the only one consumed by this feeling, like I’ve been slowly going mad until I saw her again, is a heady feeling. Our clothes lay discarded in different places around her but for once, I don’t care about control or cleaning them up.

Tonight I only want to care about Valeska and the memories we make in this bed.

She slips off her shoes and socks. I don’t think I’ve seen her in trainers or such a casual outfit before, but it’s cute on her. With her beauty, I doubt there is anything she can’t pull off.

Her black jeans are next as she shimmies them down over her hips, pooling on the floor before she steps out of them. Toned legs that go on forever are all I see as I take her in, standing before me in nothing but a tiny scrap of material for underwear.

I grip the sheets tight in my fist; it’s the only way to stop myself from going to her. Her fingers hook into the sides and she drags them down at a torturous pace. I hold my breath, not wanting to miss it for a second.

They hit the floor and I see her completely. She looks like a queen that’s only missing her crown. Her long black hair falls behind her shoulders to give me an unobstructed view.

“Ma reine, your beauty transcends words, I am not worthy.” I barely recognise my breathy voice, breath that she’s stolen, as if a spell has been cast over me and I can’t stop myself.

I let go of the sheet with one hand to grip myself through my jeans, pre-cum spilling out that will leave a mark, evidence of my arousal for her.

She stalks toward me, hips and hair swaying, and it looks as though she could be floating. My mind tries to convince me she is not real, how could anyone be this alluring? I place my hand back on the bed as she climbs on top of me again.

“You are worthy, mon ame. I, on the other hand? I do not deserve you, to touch you. To claim your words in my rotten heart, but tonight I will cradle them like I am.”

She places a soft kiss to my lips before I can argue with her but that nickname, the one she has only used a handful of times, lodges inside my chest. My soul. I’m ready to give her mine if she’ll have it.

I know now that there is nobody else out there for me; she is the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with. This thread connecting us is strong and I don’t think there is anything she could do or say that would break it.

My hands find her hips and she rocks herself against my hard cock, swollen and ready for her. She moans at the friction my jeans create and throws her head back in pleasure. I place open mouthed kisses up the column of her throat and over her collarbone.

She arches back further, pushing her perfect breasts toward my face, and I take it as an invitation, one hand moving up her back to support her while my mouth trails kisses down her chest.

My lips close over one nipple. I lick and suck, which only makes her movements quicker on my lap. I roll her nipple between my teeth, tugging and scraping the sensitive flesh before I do the same on the other. Her movements are frantic now, she’s close.

“Come for me, ma reine. Make a mess of these jeans before you sit on my face and make a mess of that too.”

I lavish attention to her nipples while my hands hold her body, working with her to ride my cock through my jeans. It tips her over the edge and she comes hard with my name falling from her mouth.

Satisfaction at seeing her get off fills me, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this incredible woman taking what she needs from me. She presses her forehead to mine as she comes down from her orgasm and I hold her to me.

We stay like that for a moment, ignoring everything that isn’t her, that isn’t us. Unspoken words pass between us and emotions swirl through her eyes that tug at me. I don’t want her to be feeling anything other than satisfied.

“I need to taste you, Valeska. I want you to ride my face until you make a mess of it, like you’ve been dreaming about since you first met me.”

I pick her up while she’s still straddling me and position us higher up the bed, reaching behind me to move the pillows out of the way for this. My cock is desperate for a release, but I won’t give in until I’ve made her come again.

She sits atop me, still at my hips as she watches me lay down, and I can’t wait any longer. My fingers grab her ass and I pull her forward so she has no choice but to move up my body, her palms slapping the headboard for balance.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Her words float down to me like a leaf falling in autumn, warmth spreading in my chest at her concern.

“You won’t, now sit that perfect pussy on my face so I can eat you out while you ride it. I don’t want you to hover or hold your weight off me, or I’ll stop pleasuring you. You will sit on my face like it’s a goddamn chair, compris?”

“Fuck, yes,” she whispers and moves into position.

My hands hold her ass as I hold her above me, her core on full display for me, and I groan. She’s absolutely dripping wet for me and my mouth begins to water. My gaze moves up her body and the sight is worthy of a painting.

“You’re so violently fucking beautiful, Valeska. Now, grip the headboard and sit on my face, I am your throne tonight, ma reine,” I growl before pulling her down to my mouth.

I see her hands dart back up to the headboard where she grips it, her weight fully in my hands as she follows my orders—a privilege reserved for so few people in her life.

The first swipe of my tongue has her bucking and as her sweet-flavoured centre bursts on my tongue, I know that I’ve truly died and she is my heaven.