Two eyebrows rose, but he said nothing else as he picked me up and swung me across his lap. I fought that, too, using his momentum to straddle him the moment his denim clad behind hit the leather seat.
“Better.” I nodded, letting my thighs slide over his, reveling in the rough sensation of his jeans against my skin, the heat of his body permeating through the material. I leaned forward, resting my hands on his shirt and stared straight into his eyes. This way, we were at the same level. “So much better.”
“Fuck, you are a little brat, aren’t you?” He squeezed me again, leaning forward to run his nose along mine, inhaling gently.
Then his mouth slammed over mine in a hard kiss, his tongue forcing its way inside. I cried out into his mouth, knowing I flooded his jeans as I rubbed myself against him. Heat overwhelmed me as I got everything I wanted in one. His hands roamed my body roughly.
Beads from my dress pinged off his bike and scattered across the parking lot in tiny shards of shattered frost and reflected ice. I moaned as he pulled my skirt up, baring my thighs.
One hand dipped beneath the curve of my ass, squeezed my thighs hard enough to leave red marks. And other sorts of marks. I moaned at the sensation, undulating to the rhythm he set, his feet planted firmly either side of the bike.
“Fuck, Cora. You're perfect. A handful each side, and—” He broke off, cursing fluently as he reached between my legs and stroked my bare cunt, coming up with fingertips full of wetness. “Christ, butterfly. You’re dripping all over my jeans. I hope you’ll clean that with your tongue later.”
I whimpered against his mouth as he claimed me again, his kisses changing to something more possessive, deeper and slower. I reached between us, palming his cock through his jeans and toyed with the zip he strained against, until he was free in my hand. Thick and long, I wondered for a moment if I hadn't bitten off more than I could take. I closed my hands around his heavy length, the velvet feel of him an absolute luxury.
One glance at his face told me we’d make it work.
“Control it yourself,” he murmured as he helped me lift over him, notching himself at my entrance. “Take only how much you want, Cora.”
I rubbed the head of his cock against my wetness, getting us both messy. Valentine bit back a groan as I dropped over him, taking as much as I could in a single thrust before I pushed up again. The burn and stretch wasperfect. My thighs strained but he helped, lifting me to the crown of him, then letting me control the slow glide back down, but only as far as I wanted to go. So full, but I needed more. All of him.
Bracing my weight against his shoulders, I panted after only a few thrusts. “I- I can’t–”
“You will,” he promised, his eyes as black as night as he lifted me. “Again, Cora. Milk me with that hot, soaking little cunt until I mark you inside as mine.”
I moaned, already gushing for him as he rumbled his approval. That noise from his chest left me boneless and I let him lift and guide me, stretching my thighs as I could, tightening my internal muscles on every thrust. His thumbs curled over my clit as he helped me work myself up and it took only a fewmore moments before I cried out, dropping my head onto his shoulder.
My orgasm shattered me in a moment, the feel of him inside me too much. I slid all the way to the root of him, aided by the fresh slick.
“Good girl, Cora. I’m going to fuck you now,” Valentine murmured.
I clung to him as he began to move, lifting us off the bike with his legs spread and then?—
I screamed into his shoulder, uncaring if everyone in the street outside the club could hear us. Hell, if any of the journos saw us, we’d be tomorrow’s extra headline. I couldn’t think up anything right now. Nothing other than Valentine’s cock pistoning in and out of me, the friction so much that I bit into his shoulder. He wrapped one hand behind my head, holding me close as he fucked me with the other gripping my ass as he railed me from below.
My screams rippled around the darkened, gritty parking lot as he fucked us both marking me as his, and him as mine.
Valentine slammed deep, his cock thickening as it rippled inside me. His roar against my skin, even muffled, echoed. I shivered in his embrace, willing my pussy to milk him, wanting his seed as deep as I could take him.
Maybe we were both broken. Maybe we were both ruined.
Maybe we were made this way for each other.
He held me close, murmuring soothing things as he licked sweat from the hollows of my throat. “Fuck, you taste delicious, butterfly,” he rasped into my skin as he settled back onto the bike.
I mumbled something incoherent, raising bleary eyes to his face.
“And you’re fucking beautiful like that. Are you going to run home for me and leave the door unlocked so I can hunt you later?” His deep timbre worked its way bone deep.
I clung to him a moment longer, unwilling to move until he nudged me. “Do I have to let you go?” I murmured sleepily.
His laugh sent fresh ripples through my body, deep enough that we both groaned. “Yes, Cora. Move. before someone sees you and I take them to the hospital. Then you’ll have a real problem to fix." The level of possession in his voice left me flushed head to toe. Deep inside me, his cock flexed back to life. “That is, unless you want me to fuck you out here where anyone can see you, rather than love you in your bed later?”
“I’ll go,” I managed, attempting to swing a leg over his and nearly face planted off his bike into the grit beneath us.
His laughter echoed around us. “Cute, butterfly,” he muttered. “Damn, I’ve fallen for you, you know that?”
“You’re not alone.” My confession fell in one of those silent moments right as I managed to swing myself free.
