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She moans. “Please, my lord,” Rose pleads. “Please. Fuck me.”
I don’t hesitate to sink into her.
I swear I can hear the world breaking open as I push into her tight, wet heat. My eyes roll back and I’m gasping.
She’s so amazingly, beautifully wet that it takes me all I have to keep from coming.
She’s mine. Mine now. All of her.
Even if she won’t be mine in the future, in this moment she belongs only to me.
I move slowly to try and keep my control from slipping. Rose’s body is still tense, still gripping me hard, and she’s so damn tight that she’s milking me in the best way possible. Every thrust of my hips and it feels like my cock is seconds from coming.
“Oh, fuck,” I say through a grunt. “Fuck, Rose. You’re so good, so fucking good.”
She’s hissing and mewling, crying out as I push into her and withdraw, watching where I sink into her, where she’s so damn wet, she’s coating my shaft until it’s dripping.
Despite my resolve to slow things down and keep control, I can’t resist slamming into her over and over, wanting more of her, more of that.
Her arms wrap around my head, her legs are shaking and she’s breathless. I can feel how close to the edge she is, and I know that I won’t last much longer. She gasps, her breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust of my hips, the sounds coming from her mouth dirty and obscene.
“Val!” she screams. “Oh, my lord.”
I’m about to destroy her. I can feel it, feel her winding up tighter and tighter.
“Rose,” I say in a desperate voice. “I need you to let go.”
I sink down, kissing her hard enough to bruise, drinking in all that she’s offering. She arches into me and her body becomes a living flame under my touch.
Over and over, I push into her and she’s so tight that I can barely breathe and she’s trembling now, mouth open. I’m shaking with the effort of trying to hold back and I watch her face as she comes beneath me, the orgasm ripping through her like a wildfire.
It’s beautiful. So fucking beautiful and I’m going up in flames.
Rose’s body takes mine over the edge and I’m coming so hard, I can’t even breathe.
My head goes back and I bellow, a deep guttural roar that tears out of me. She’s screaming and I’m shaking, I’m shaking so fucking hard that it feels like my bones are rattling and when I come to, I can’t move and I’m staring into her eyes and I don’t want to look away but eventually I have to. I collapse against her, sweat pooling between our bodies, our breath ragged in unison.
The orgasm is so intense that I fight to come back to reality, to pull myself together. I’m shaking and shaking and I feel lightheaded. I’ve never had so much pleasure in every inch of my body.
Because she knows you better than you know yourself. And deep down inside, you know you know her, too.
That’s what I’m afraid of.
Chapter20
Rose
Iwake up in an unfamiliar bed, a shaft of sunlight poised on my face. I wince at the light, despite how good it feels, then roll over to see Valtu sleeping soundly with his back to me, his back rising and falling.
Holy shit.
He’s here. I’m here.
I’m here in his bedroom.
I glance around his room, curious to see what it looks like in the daytime. The bed is large and draped in black sheets, the room is circular much like that torture chamber I found myself in from the other night. Thankfully, there are no chains, but a few things that seem very Valtu. There are a few bookcases crammed with old editions, some which I recognize from back in our London days, and a small velvet loveseat beside it. There’s a fireplace but it doesn’t look like it’s been used in years and a couple of items on the mantle above: a venetian mask, an original printing of Dracula, a figurine of a raven, a tired looking music box, a human skull which I have no doubt is real, even some crystals, including a black tourmaline sphere and a gray lithium scepter. Apparently, all of Dahlia’s crystal knowledge is deeply ingrained.
At that thought my eyes go over to his desk by the window. The light that’s coming in is also hitting the desk, illuminating the book. I feel it calling to me, something quiet yet persistent and I have to wonder if it’s looking for a new owner, if that’s even how it works. I’m the one who destroyed its demon, its own personal guardian. Does that mean the book is mine now?
