Page 5 of His Valentine Claim

“Happy birthday, little Valentine.” Kissing across her bare shoulder, I feel her shiver as she glances back to look at me. Tears glisten in her eyes as she gives me a glowing smile. Happiness radiates from her entire body.

“You didn’t have to do this.” Emotion clogs her throat as she turns to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“Yeah, my girl, I really did.” Starving for another taste of Valentine, my mouth crashes down on hers. Not waiting for permission, just taking. Devouring. Owning her.

She’s sweet like candy, and the hungry whimper that climbs up her delicate throat makes me stark-raving mad for more as she returns my kisses. Tentatively. Then languorously. Taking what she doesn’t yet know is now solely hers.

Slowly, I back her into the wall next to the hallway leading to where I want to show her most—our bedroom. Burying my hands in her hair to better control the kiss, I angle her head to the side so I can reach deeper into her mouth with my tongue. I explore every tiny crevice, and when I feel her leg lift, angling her pussy closer to my aching shaft, I crush her against the wall.

Pinning her in place, my hands roam her body. Petting, massaging, grabbing anywhere I can hold her. Deciding we both need more, I drop to my knees, longing for a better taste of her.

Keeping hold of that leg, I place it over my shoulder as I stare up her body. Her eyes are heavy and filled with desire; she wants what only I can give her.

Lifting the playful hem of her dress, I tell her, “Hold it for me.” Biting her lip, Val grabs the material in her delicate fists and holds on for dear life.

Fuck.I’m ready but not prepared for the sight that greets me. Her glistening pussy is bare, free of any hair, and I want to demand to know why, but my need for a taste is overruling.

Leaning forward, I brush my face across her glistening lips, smearing her sweet-smelling juices all over my face. “Tell me it’s all mine,” I demand. I need to know. To hear the words from her lips.

“Yours,” she pants. “All yours, Roman.” It’s like a green light. A red flag waved in front of a bull. Licking across her delicate petals, I swallow her essence and damn near come in my pants like I’m fifteen and seeing a pussy for the first time. It’s my first time seeingherpussy, though, and that’s ten times better.

Val throws her head back, thudding it against the wall, and I groan, palming her ass to bring her cunt closer to my face. Her delightful spicy flavor explodes on my tongue, and she cries out, her voice hoarse and pleading.

The skirt drops, creating a curtain around my face, and her fingers intertwine my hair, holding me close and tugging on the strands. Teasing her sizzling clit, I lick from one side to the next, flicking my tongue across the tender nub; it drives her wild.

Soaked from my nose down, I realize I’m charging into this headfirst—unrelentingly—and enjoying her flavor and pleasure as thoroughly as I’d like, and she’s not complaining. No, my sweet girl begs me for more until finally, finally, she explodes.

“Roman!” She screams my name so fucking loud that my ears ring. Climbing up her body, I take her mouth in a visceral kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue as I crush her against the wall.

“There’s nothing I want more than to sink my aching cock into your tight little cunt, but I need more from you. And I need you to bask in the presents I’ve had delivered.”

“What moreisthere?” Her reticent question has me dropping my head to rest against the wall next to her ear.

Kissing the delicate flesh exposed along her slender neck, I suck on the rapidly beating pulse. “So much more, baby, there is so fucking much more, and I’m going to show it all to you.” Stepping back takes herculean effort, but I help her straighten her skirt and guide her forward. “I’ll give you just a little taste, after we celebrate.”

She exhales a delighted sigh as she leans her head on my shoulder and holds my arm to her chest. “You didn’t have to do this.” Her protest is feeble.

“The great thing about not having to means it’s even more of a surprise because I wanted to.” Cupping her jaw in my hands, I stare down into her eyes so she knows I’m sincere when I say, “From the second I saw you, I knew you were special and that I would do anything for you. I will do anything you ask of me and even more that you don’t.”

Her chest heaves and emotion crowds her vision. “It’s been a long time since someone has been so kind to me.”

A bark of laughter escapes me. “I’m not kind, Valentine. I’m devoted. I want things from you; some you seem to understand, others you won’t, but know this…everything I do in my life from this day forward is going to be for your benefit.”

Nodding her head, her sanguine smile is filled with excitement as she asks, “Can I open the little one?”

CHAPTER5

Valentine

Roman Heart is overwhelming and probably someone I should be running from. The things he says, the things he wants, they should be terrifying. Absolutely frightening, but all I am is curious, and if I’m honest with myself, I want those things as well.

My sisters likely wouldn’t understand. Very few people do. But from what I understand of a power dynamic relationship, it’s one partner taking care of the other in the best way they know how while requiring the other’s trust to do so.

I’m uncertain of his reason for needing this kind of relationship, though I’m sure I’ll learn why soon enough, but I know mine. And if I had to guess, the reasons are alarmingly similar.

“Go ahead. Open them all.” He’s pleased with what he’s given me.

“Are you sure? Because I didn’t tell you it was my birthday so you would do this.” Guilt tightens my chest.

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