Valerie’s fingers curled around my hair, tugging and begging silently. We were lost—so lost in each other. We were drowning, and I’d rather drown than take my next breath.
And I wanted more.
I dragged my lips away from hers and made my way down, kissing her jaw and neck until I came in contact with her fucking collar.
We both stilled at the same time, our breathing harsh and heavy.
Our gazes locked, and I saw the heated look in her eyes—and through the heated look, I saw her pain and sadness.
Fuck me. She was going to kill me one day.
One look was enough to break my cold motherfucking heart.
Pulling Valerie to a sitting position, I moved closer until our bodies were molded together. She looked down at her collar, losing her soft smile in the process.
I lifted her chin up, our gaze meeting again. With a shake of my head, I touched our foreheads together.
“Don’t think about him, Valerie. It’s us. Just us. Me and you,” I mumbled, making sure she was seeing my words.
Valerie gave me a small nod, but I wasn’t satisfied with it. My hand went behind her neck, and I did something I had never done before.
Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened in shock.
My fingers met the lock behind her collar, and I unlatched it, removing the stupid collar from her neck.
Valerie froze, her breath leaving her. My heart was in my throat too, and I could barely breathe.
Her hand came up, touching her neck—her bare skin. Tears spilled down her cheeks, breaking my heart further.
“Shhh…don’t cry, myshka. Don’t cry,” I whispered, my voice coarse, kissing her tears away.
Her arms went around my neck, and she held on tight as I kissed her lips again. We kissed as I slowly removed her dress, our lips only leaving each other to pull her dress over her head before we were kissing again.
Her fingers unbuttoned my shirt, and I let her. She slowly peeled it off my body, her hand touching my bare chest. I sucked in a harsh breath and kissed her harder, nipping at her lips before groaning into the kiss.
My pants came off next while I laid her on her back again. Valerie never stopped touching me, her hands roaming my shoulders, my back—her nails digging into my skin—marking me as hers.
I wanted to tattoo those marks into my body, for them to never fade away. I wanted to wear those proudly and shout on top of the roof that my woman fucking gave them to me.
“Valerie…” I whispered against her lips.
She arched her back, and I slowly made my way down. I kissed a path down her neck until I reached those beautiful round globes. I took her bra off, and my eyes worshipped her tits.
So. Fucking. Perfect.
Small but big enough to fill my hands. Her nipples were a dark rosy color. My favourite kind. I wanted to feast on them for the rest of my life.
I kissed my way down, toward the valley of her breasts. My tongue peeked out, and I tasted a fully erected nipple. Hmmm.
I worshipped her tits with my mouth, teasing her nipples into fiery points. I licked the hardened buds and then sucked until she was arching her back and practically ripping my hair out.
My lips continued their downward path, tasting the skin of her stomach and leaving a wet trail. Her legs opened for me, and I smirked.
I wanted nothing between us, but right now, her panties were in the way. I shrugged and then ripped it away.
Well, there we go. Nothing in my way now. She was bare for me—completely at my mercy.
And I was the beast who was going to devour her sweet nectar.
She quivered in anticipation, her nails dragging almost painfully into my shoulders. I imagined how it would sound to have her begging for me.
I couldn’t hear her moans, but fuck, the way she was touching me, pulling my body closer to hers—I knew this was what she wanted.
I looked up to see her already looking at me. When I spoke, my voice was rough and husky to my own ears. Full of desire for this beautiful woman laid out for me.
“You’ve got me, myshka. You’ve got all of me, beautiful Valerie. Just wait a little longer. I need to make sure you’re ready for my cock, baby. I need to make sure your cunt is wet enough to take me deep inside you.”
Her lips parted in a silent moan, and her head fell back to her pillows, her eyes closing tightly. My gaze went back to my destination.
Her sweet pussy.
I pushed her legs wide to accommodate my shoulders, and I settled between her spread thighs, my head right over where I wanted to be.
My cock ached painfully, and I rubbed it against the mattress, hoping some kind of friction would help, but bad fucking idea. My length hardened more, and all it wanted was to be buried deep inside her cunt—fucking her into oblivion.