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He took the water bottle from me, threw it at the end of the bed, and dragged me down into the pillows with him. I laughed and I could feel the answering smile on his face as he buried it in my shoulder and his cock deep in me once more.
Chapter Twenty-Four
I felt a coolness on my stomach where I’d been sure it had been warm moments before. I blinked and realised I’d fallen asleep.
As I sat up, I looked around the room. For a moment, I forgot where I was and why I was naked. Then it all came flooding back as I felt the tenderness between my legs. I had a feeling I’d be sore for a while. But it was a good kind of sore. A satisfied kind of sore.
I was alone. There was no sign of Valen in the dark room, but the door to the bathroom was ajar. No light spilled around the curtains, so it must have still been the middle of the night.
I dropped back against the pillows and was overwhelmed by his scent drifting around me, encasing me. I closed my eyes and let myself smile. I didn’t know if I drifted between sleep, or just relaxed there for a few moments, but I felt the bed shift and opened my eyes to find Valen getting back into bed.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said as he rolled onto his side, facing me, and leant his head on his hand.
“Just give me a minute and I’ll go,” I told him, doubting very much that he was the snuggling kind.
“You got somewhere to be?” he asked. For a second, I thought he sounded jealous.
I shook my head, revelling in the softness of his bed. “Nowhere but my own, far less comfy bed.”
“Did you finally get enough to get me out of your system?” he asked.
I rolled my head towards him. Only being drunk on the pleasure he’d wrung from me and the remnants of sleep could make me so honest. “No, but I’m sure you’ve had enough of me.”
I started to sit up, but he stopped me.
“Stay,” he begged. “Just a little longer.”
“Are there students about to see me leave?” I teased.
“Yes, but that’s not why.”
“What then?” I laughed. “Do I have something you want?” I joked.
“Everything,” he said, drawing me back onto the bed.
Valen rolled over me, nestling back between my legs. He dropped kisses along my breasts, my neck, my jaw. He seemed in no hurry. Neither to go another round – despite the erection hard against my thigh – or to get me out of his bed.
As he lifted his head in line with mine, his hand ran up my body, over the contours of my stomach and my breast. He looked deep into my eyes.
And then he kissed me.
He’d kissed me a lot that night. A. Lot.
Every single one had been toe-curling and stomach-churning and clit-tingling deliciousness.
This…
This was heart-warming and wrapping my arms around him and wishing I never had to let go. So, for now at least, I wasn’t going to.
In moments, he was inside me again and fucking me hard. But there was something different about the rough this time. It wasn’t just rough, or even just passionate, but it was special. It wasn’t just about sexual tension and hating someone more than you thought possible. It was about realising that there was indeed a very fine line between love and hate.
I came hard and fast, and he flipped me over to press me into his mattress as he kept pounding me. The way his hands gripped my body felt like he couldn’t get me close enough. His arms wrapped around me, and he pulled my back up to his chest, kissing my neck as he drove into me. He fisted my hair and tugged lightly, forcing my lips to meet his. His other arm lay between my breasts with his hand over my throat.
The action had long since stopped being threatening. In fact, I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt threatened by it. There was something about Valen that, no matter how dangerous I knew him to be, I could never believe he’d ever hurt me. At least not, as he said, unless I asked.
Valen had me the proverbial six ways from Sunday. Behind. On top. Cowgirl, and reverse. Lying side by side, where he had the perfect angle to finger my clit. Standing.
When we eventually paused for a break, I was too scared to see what the time was because it might tell me I had to leave.
