Page 41 of The Sins That Bleed

If the Walls Could Talk

VALESKA

A gasp falls past my lips as Rai tastes me with his tongue. With one swipe, I’m ready to give him everything he wants.

I hold the headboard and do what he says. I’ve never had a man so desperate to drown in me and it’s my undoing. He begins to lick and suck at my core like a man starved, and I have no choice but to ride his face.

I forget about everything except for the way his tongue is driving me closer to the edge, his words burrowing under my skin and making a home there. His large hands cover the expanse of each cheek as he uses his strength to help me ride him.

His moustache is a wonderful sensation between my thighs, creating friction as I writhe over it. He was right about that—I have wanted to ride his face since I first saw him, longing to know how it would feel on the most sensitive part of my body.

I’m close to the edge, his talented mouth driving me towards my climax, and I tip over with one long suck on my clit from him, his name tumbling from my mouth over and over again as he draws the sensation out of me until it threatens to overwhelm me.

My head falls forward until my forehead is resting on my hands as I try to come back to reality. I’m half aware that I’m still sat on Rai’s face and I should probably move, but I’m not convinced I won’t melt into a puddle of skin and bones if I do.

Rai notices and lifts me gently, guiding me down his body until I’m lying on top of him. I can feel how hard he is, and I want to make him feel the way he makes me feel. I run my hand over his body, ready to grip him through his jeans, but his hand snatches my wrist before it gets there.

“Let me hold you for another moment. I need to know you’re real and that just happened. You taste fucking delectable, like I knew you would.”

He places a kiss to the top of my head where I’m resting on his chest, guiding the wrist he’s holding over his heart. The steady beat lulls me and I relax into him as he uses his other hand to trace patterns on my back.

He hums softly in contentment and I’m bewildered.

He’s not asking anything of me, not demanding me to satisfy him, even though I want to.

I give us this time, closing my eyes and pretending this is another life where we could be a normal couple.

One where we stay in each other’s arms, never having to leave.

But nothing about me and my life is normal.

Tears threaten behind my eyes. I never thought I’d give up everything to have more time with Rai, but here I am wishing for that. To make memories outside of the bedroom that aren’t imbued with pain and misery.

I raise my head and place kisses along his jawline. I will make the most of right now and I won’t stop until these four walls contain every touch and look that passes between us, absorbing the sounds our bodies make together and encasing them here for as long as this building stands.

“Make love to me, Rai, I’ve never…” I cut myself off. I don’t want this to be a pity party.

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, but Rai doesn’t judge me or mock me. “Me either, Valeska.”

I’m shocked by the revelation, but then it hits me all over again as to why—working as hard as he does to help people and looking for his sister doesn’t leave a lot of time for romance. If I had a heart, it would be breaking right now.

I can’t do this to him.

Before I can pull away though, he tips my face up to his and kisses me deeply. Everything we’re not saying pours into the kiss, and when his tongue traces my lips to let him in, I open up. I will give him tonight, just this once.

He rolls us until I’m on my back, his large body seated between my legs, but he’s careful not to put all of his weight on me. His cock presses into me through his jeans and I inhale sharply. My hands find his back, skimming over the straining muscles until they reach the globes of his ass.

I squeeze and pull him tighter to me, his kisses enough to make me forget my own name. He withdraws from my lips, his pretty blue eyes connecting with my red ones before placing a kiss to my nose. My eyes flutter shut from the tenderness to stop tears building once again.

“All my life, I never thought I’d find you, but now that I have, I never want to let you go. You are the other half of me that I’ve been lucky enough to find in this lifetime, but even if I hadn’t, I would find you in the next. I l?—”

I stop those words with a searing kiss; he has no idea what he’s saying.

He can’t say those words to me, it’s too soon, the soul-tie talking for him and convincing him he could ever be in love with me.

He doesn’t know all the secrets I keep, the ones that will make him walk away and never look back.

It will ruin us.

I tug at his jeans, indicating that I want them off right now, and to steer clear of what nearly happened. He makes no move to rush as he pushes up off me, pausing to kneel between my legs as his thick thighs strain against the denim.

He’s a sight to behold.

His eyes stay on mine and it’s like he’s seeing me right down to my rotten core, and yet he’s still here. He lets his eyes wander down my body and it’s like ghostly hands are caressing me, following his gaze.

His eyes blaze when they reach my core, nothing stopping him from seeing me, and I shiver from the look he gives me—like a man enraptured. My pussy clenches from the attention and he notices, a press of his thumb to my clit pulls a whimper from me.

It’s not enough, and he reads me like a book as he sinks a finger into me.

“ More ,” I demand.

He slips a second inside and I clench around him; I want him to be inside me right now. To clench around his cock whilst he’s seated deep inside. He strokes me leisurely, not in a rush as he drives me wild, watching the impact he has on me, on my body.

I gasp as he removes himself from me and the bed, my eyes tracking his every movement as he stands and turns to face me. The low lighting emphasising the outline of every hard muscle on his body that I can see.

His biceps flex as he pops the button on his jeans and eases the zipper down, I’m enchanted by him. He drags them down his hips, over his thick thighs, and I don’t blink so I won’t miss a single moment of him undressing for me.

Once they’re peeled off and discarded, his thumbs hook into his boxer shorts, the black material hiding even the outline from view in the low lighting of the room.

He plays with the waistband and tugs them down to reveal more of the deep V of his hips before cupping himself through them and squeezing.

I hum in appreciation, the veins and tendons in his arms that dance with the movement making me impossibly wetter. I silently beg him with my eyes to give me more, knowing what is waiting for me underneath.

I nearly whimper at the sight of him removing his underwear. It’s as though time was crawling forward before and it’s finally caught up as he reveals himself to me, letting them fall to the floor.

His thick cock seems to defy gravity, rock-hard and glistening from pre-cum, and this time I do let the whimper escape me as my tongue darts out to wet my lips. I’d love to lick that pre-cum from the tip, tasting him before taking him into my mouth.

“Do I need to beg, mon ame?” My voice is coated with lust. I’d do anything he asks of me right now.

He chuckles, wrapping his hand around his cock and pleasuring himself, in no rush to sink himself into me. It’s a delicious type of torture, being able to watch every single line and muscle on his glorious body tense with each stroke, while I wait for him to come back to me.

“No more begging tonight, Valeska, we will both fall apart in this bed and put each other back together again. Now, open your legs and play with yourself, I want to watch you get ready for me. I’m going to sink my cock into that exquisite pussy of yours, bury myself so deep inside you that you’ll never want me to leave. ”

My legs fall open as I do what he commands of me, his words falling over me like a warm blanket. The feelings swirling in me nearly overwhelm me and I wish I never knew what this felt like, what being with him could be like.

Letting him go is going to be the thing that finally kills me.

Rai climbs back on the bed, situating himself between my open legs and watching my hands work me up. His blue gaze meets mine and holds it. He moves closer without taking his eyes from mine, rubbing his cock against my slit.

“That feels so good, Rai,” I whisper, not wanting to shatter the moment.

“Should I make you come like this? Without even being inside you? I could make you come like this on the tip of my cock.”

I shatter, I don’t mean to, but I can’t help how much his words work me up. I call out his name as he pushes the tip in to feel me pulse around him. He hisses at the sensation which only draws my orgasm out and threatens to pull one from him too.

“Holy shit, I can’t wait any longer, sweetheart,” he growls.

It’s the only warning I get before he sinks into me. I’m so wet for him that he slides right to hilt in one go. His hands slip underneath me and grip the curve of my ass, lifting me from the bed as he tries to get even deeper.

We don’t move, neither of us speaking as we take in how right this feels. It’s nothing like the time he fucked me in the club—that was about punishing me because he wanted me so much and hated it. We both hated how much we wanted each other.

Not anymore.

Rai eventually breaks the silence. “You are art personified, ma reine. The way you look in this bed beneath me right now, with my cock buried inside you, should be commissioned and displayed in the Louvre.”

If I could glow, I would be blinding us both right now. He doesn’t compliment me as though I’m a trophy, he sees all of me and somehow finds the beauty even in the darker parts of who I am.

“Please, I need you to fuck me,” I beg again, even though he told me I didn’t need to.

He withdraws until the tip of his cock is the only thing connecting us and I groan at the loss of him.

“No more begging tonight, remember? I’m not going to fuck you, we are beyond just fucking, and you know it. You asked if we could make love, so that’s what we’re going to do.” His eyes carry an emotion that I’m not worthy of receiving.

I close my eyes, praying that the tears building in them don’t fall. He’s right, this is beyond fucking, but voicing what we’re actually feeling is not an option. Rai crawls up my body until he’s holding himself over me, all of his weight on his forearms.

He’s managed to keep his cock from entering me any further as his fingers skim over my face.

“I want you to look at me while we do this, Valeska. You might not want to hear the words but let me show you. Open your eyes and share this night with me. Do you still want that?”

I look at him, unable to deny him anything as I nod.

A tear breaks free, and Rai swipes it away with his thumb before placing a kiss to the spot where it fell.

I do want to share this with him, so I push everything that exists outside this night away.

I will give us this. I lift my head and kiss him, his lips soft against my own.

He kisses me back, deepening it as he pushes into me with his cock at the same time. He’s so gentle with me and when he starts rolling his hips, I lose myself in him. He sets a slow and smooth rhythm that matches his kisses, the curling lick of heat in my core building with it.

He kisses my cheeks, nose, and jaw, but always comes back to my mouth. His kisses grow in urgency, as do his hips. His heat pounding and pushing his cinnamon-coated blood around his body, the delicious aroma surrounding me.

With a bruising kiss he rocks into me, hitting my clit, and I fall into bliss. I come apart underneath him and he follows me, his hot cum hitting me deep inside and claiming me as his. He presses his forehead into mine as we lock eyes.

We stay like that for a while, coming down from the high as he remains inside me. I reach up and run my fingers through his soft hair, my nails scraping lightly over his scalp and pulling a hum from him.

I’ll miss this.

He looks so relaxed and content. It’s not a look I’ve seen on him often, except for when he’s sleeping. He gives me a shy smile, his moustache lifting with the movement, and I can’t help but to give him one back.

I’m hit with the sensation of loss as he lifts himself off me and his cock pops free. Panic lances through me at the thought of him suddenly coming to his senses and being filled with regret at what we’ve done.

“Let me clean you up.” He gets off the bed and heads into the bathroom.

I adjust the pillows while I wait, needing to do something with my hands before I lose my nerve and flee. I slip them back under my head from where Rai had shoved them aside so I could ride his face.

He returns not long after with a damp cloth, stopping at the side of the bed as he takes a seat on the edge and uses the warm cloth to clean me up. Being cared for like this has never happened to me, and I fall harder for him in this moment.

Once he’s satisfied, he takes the cloth back to the bathroom. When he comes back, he climbs into the bed with me, pulling me to his chest and holding me to him. I lay there, listening to the steady beat of his heart, more content than I’ve ever been in my long life.

He pulls the covers over us and runs his fingers through my hair, my eyes drooping as exhaustion hits. I’m tired down to my weary bones. Laying in his arms, I’ve never felt so safe.

“Rest up, sweetheart. I plan to go all night with you. I can’t get enough.” He places a kiss to my forehead.

I close my eyes, giving in to the tiredness.

I sleep for a while, only to be woken up as Rai massages my ass, my leg pulled over his body so that his hard cock is lined up with my entrance. I take it as an invitation to straddle him, pushing my hips back, taking him inside me, and we both sigh at how good it feels.

We fall apart and rebuild each other multiple times over throughout the night, exactly as Rai promised. We don’t stop to sleep properly until the sun is threatening to come up. I’m wrapped in his arms and know I’ll never want to be anywhere else again.