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His grip tightens ever so slightly. “I’ll protect you always, Ariana.”
“I know,” I whisper back.
His eyes darken with intensity as he kisses me again, this time with more urgency. It’s as if he’s trying to convey all the emotions he can’t put into words through the kiss alone. And I respond with equal fervor because in this moment, actions speak louder than any words ever could.
The world outside fades away—there’s only Valen and the overwhelming connection we share.
I pull back from our kiss, my breath coming in shallow gasps. Valen’s eyes are dark with desire, and I can feel the tension in his body, the restraint he’s exercising. I want to push him over the edge, to make him lose control.
“I want to do something special,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Oh yeah? And what might that be?”
I don’t answer with words. Instead, I slide off his lap and kneel before him. His eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn’t stop me as I reach for his pants, slowly undoing the fastenings.
“Ariana,” he growls, his voice a low rumble. “You don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” I interrupt, looking up at him. “Let me.”
He swallows hard. “Fuck, you’re incredible,” he murmurs, his hands finding their way into my hair.
I take him into my mouth, and he lets out a low groan, his fingers tightening in my hair. I can feel his pleasure, his desire, and it fuels my own. I want to give him this, to make him feel as good as he makes me feel.
I bob up and down, taking as much of his length into my mouth as I can. Inch by inch, I tease it in a little bit deeper. His grunts of approval cheer me on, making me push myself further than I ever have before.
It's so good, I almost feel like I never want to stop.
His breath hitches, and I can tell he’s close. But just as he’s about to reach the edge, he stops me, his hands gentle but firm on my shoulders.
“Not like this,” he says, his voice rough with need. “I want to be inside you.”
I stand up, my legs shaky with anticipation. He helps me out of my panties, his fingers lingering on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Then he pulls me onto his lap, guiding me to straddle him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his hands running up my thighs, over my hips, and up to my waist. “So fucking perfect.”
I can feel him, hard and ready, and I lower myself onto him, gasping as he fills me completely. His hands grip my hips, guiding me as I begin to move, finding a rhythm that feels right, that feels good.
His eyes never leave mine, and I can see the intensity of his feelings, the depth of his desire. It’s overwhelming, but it’s also exhilarating. I feel alive, I feel wanted, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
Our bodies move in sync, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. The chair creaks beneath us, a testament to the passionand intensity of our lovemaking. I can feel the tension building, the pressure increasing, and I know I’m close.
“Valen,” I whisper, my voice barely a breath. “I’m—I’m going to?—”
“I know,” he says, his voice rough with need. “I can feel it. Let go, Ariana. Let go for me.”
And so I do. I let go, and I fall, and he catches me, his arms strong and secure around me. And in that moment, I know that I’m his, completely and utterly. And he is mine.
He drives into me harder, faster. I'm so overcome with the aftershocks of my own orgasm, I'm barely cognizant when he grunts out my name one more time.
"Ariana," he growls, holding me tight against him.
He fills me fully, and a feeling of pure contentment washes over me as we catch our breaths.
"Stay with me tonight," he says between ragged breaths. "Stay in my bed."
There's a strange sense of vulnerability and his request, along with a hint of more to come.
"Gladly," I reply.
