Her orgasm rips through her, her screams filling the room as her body clamps down on me, pulling me into her so tightly that I lose all sense of control.
I give her one minute before getting up and moving to the drawer beside the chaise. When I return, it’s with two silk ties.
“The night, Valentina,” I say softly, “is just beginning.”
Her eyes widen, her breath catching as I loop the ties around her wrists, her body trembling beneath my touch.
14
VALENTINA
The silk ties bite gently into my wrists, holding them firmly above my head. I can feel the cool fabric against my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat radiating from his body as he hovers over me. My chest rises and falls in shallow breaths, my body trembling under his gaze. He looks at me like I’m his entire world, his lips curling into that dark, wicked smile that sends shivers down my spine.
His fingers trace a slow path down my arms, over my shoulders, until they skim across my breasts. I arch into his touch, desperate for more, but he’s maddeningly slow, teasing me with every light graze of his fingertips.
“You’re stunning like this,” he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble that makes my pulse race. His eyes burn into mine, dark and unrelenting, and I can’t look away. My lips part, a soft whimper slipping out as his hands explore me, possessive and sure.
Every nerve in my body feels alive, every touch, every brush of his fingers igniting me further. When he leans down, his breath hot against my neck, I feel my heart stutter. His lips trailfeather-light kisses along my collarbone, his teeth grazing just enough to leave me breathless.
I tug against the silk ties, needing to touch him, to pull him closer, but I’m helpless, completely at his mercy. The thought only makes the ache between my thighs more intense, my body arching toward him in a silent plea.
“Patience, Valentina,” he whispers against my skin, his voice laced with command and promise. “You’ll get everything you want. But only when I decide to give it to you.”
The words send a fresh wave of heat through me, and I whimper again, my thighs pressing together in a vain attempt to find relief. He chuckles softly, the sound dark and knowing, before his hands slide lower, spreading my legs open, exposing me completely. I tremble beneath him, my body burning as his lips travel lower, his kisses growing hungrier, more deliberate.
When his mouth finally finds me, I gasp, my head falling back against the chaise. His tongue moves with devastating precision, slow and deliberate, teasing me until my hips buck against him. He grips my thighs, holding me still as he devours me, every flick of his tongue and pull of his lips sending shockwaves through my body.
I’m lost, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my moans filling the room. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, pushing me higher and higher until I feel myself teetering on the edge. My body tightens, my cries turning desperate as I beg for release, and when it finally crashes over me, I scream his name, my body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure consumes me.
But he doesn’t stop. Not yet. His mouth and hands continue their relentless assault, drawing out every last tremor until I’m a trembling, panting mess beneath him. When he finally pulls back, his lips glistening, his eyes meet mine, and the hunger there steals what little breath I have left.
“We’re not done, Valentina,” he says, his voice low and full of promise. “Not even close.”
My wrists fall free as the silk ties slip away, the sudden release making my arms tingle. Before I can fully process it, he’s on me, his hands rougher now, gripping my hips and flipping me over onto my stomach with ease. The movement steals my breath, but it’s nothing compared to the way he presses against me, his heat radiating through every nerve in my body.
“Spread your legs,” he growls, his voice dark and commanding. There’s no hesitation as I obey, my body already burning with anticipation. His hand presses into the small of my back, arching me perfectly for him. The head of his cock brushes against me, teasing, making me gasp as my body aches for more.
And then, he’s inside me—thick, unrelenting, stretching me inch by inch until he’s buried so deep I swear I can feel him everywhere. A ragged cry escapes me, my fingers clutching and grasping as he pulls out almost completely, only to thrust back in harder, deeper, until I’m seeing stars.
His pace is relentless, each stroke deliberate and devastating, dragging along every sensitive inch inside of me. My body tightens around him, clenching as waves of pleasure ripple through me, but he doesn’t stop. His hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back just enough to hear every moan, every desperate sound spilling from my lips.
“You feel that?” he growls, his voice raw. “That’s mine. Every inch of you. Every sound. Every fucking tremor.”
I can barely answer, my words lost in the haze of sensation as he takes me, each thrust pushing me higher, closer to the edge of madness. His hands are everywhere, gripping my hips, sliding up my waist, claiming me completely as he drives into me with an intensity that leaves me trembling.
I’m unraveling beneath him, my body caught between pleasure and surrender. The friction, the pressure, the way hiscock hits places I didn’t even know existed—it’s too much, and yet I need more. My moans grow louder, the sounds unrestrained as my release builds, threatening to consume me.
“Come for me,” he demands, his voice thick with lust. His hand slips between my legs, his fingers finding that sensitive spot and circling with ruthless precision. It’s the final push I need. My climax crashes over me, violent and all-encompassing, leaving me trembling and gasping as my body clenches around him.
He doesn’t give me a chance to recover. His hands slide down my sides, firm and deliberate, before gripping my hips and pulling me back against him. I’m still trembling, my body overly sensitive, but when he shifts, his cock still hard inside me, I gasp at the intensity of the sensation.
“You thought I was done with you?” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “I’m not letting you go until I’ve had every last piece of you.”
I don’t have time to respond before he moves again, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in, deeper, slower this time, like he’s savoring me. The angle is different, sharper, and it’s perfect, sending a jolt of pleasure through me that has me crying out, my fingers clutching the sheets. My body is still sensitive from the first climax, but he doesn’t care. He wants more. And I can feel it in the way he touches me, in the relentless rhythm of his thrusts.
His hand slides between my thighs again, finding that aching spot with devastating accuracy. His fingers move in perfect time with his hips, every circle and stroke pushing me higher and higher until I can’t think, can’t breathe. My body arches into him, desperate and helpless as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak.
“You’re going to come again,” he growls, his voice thick and commanding. “I can feel it. Don’t hold back.”
