I nod my head, mainly because I’m afraid of the way my voice may sound and also because I’m past words. All I know is that I never want to be on the opposing side of Adrian.
35
Adrian
Val doesn’t respond but does acknowledge my words with a nod of her head. At some point, we make it to the shower, where I take my time washing both of us thoroughly. Sal’s words refuse to leave my mind. I can’t comprehend why he said what he did. A part of me wants to believe that it was his last chance at digging a knife into my chest, but then again, the criminal in me, the man hell-bent on avenging his mother’s killer, tells me to believe him.
But doing that would put Val and me on opposite sides. It would make us enemies, worse than enemies, and I’m not certain I could fathom the outcome of such a thought. If she’s lying… I clench my jaw and swallow the thought down.
Val is quiet, and once we’re both dry, I lift her, carrying her in my arms until we reach the bed. When I place her gently against the sheets, her dark hair fans out in a halo above her head, and all I can do is stand there staring, drinking in her exquisite body.
I’m ravaged, starving for her, needing to touch her, taste her, possess her in every way possible. “I wish I had the patience to take my time with you, to caress you, and bring you to orgasm with my tongue and fingers before sinking deep inside you again, but if I’m being honest, I don’t…I don’t even have the power to be gentle with you. I won’t ask for your forgiveness for what I’ve done and what I will do again. I need you, Valentina. You’re mine, my wife, my fucking heartbeat.”
Her pink tongue darts out over her bottom lip, and like a lion stalking its prey, I pounce. Nothing about the way I kiss her is gentle, my lips branding against hers while I connect our bodies with a feverish pace. The need to feel her warm heat around my cock was the only thing that matters in my mind. I take from her, holding her tight to my chest while spreading her thighs wider with my hips, sinking deeper inside her. She doesn’t complain, even clawing my shoulders violently enough to leave marks.
She’s heaven, and I’m hell, and when we collide, nothing will stand in our way.
“Fuck, tell me who you belong to,” I growl, pressing my forehead against hers.
Val’s eyes are hazy, and I can feel her pussy twitch, telling me she is close to her own release. “You. I’m yours… forever…” The words come out in a gasp as I pull all the way out, then slam back in. Val’s mouth pops open, and her breath hitches, telling me I’ve hit the sensitive flesh at the top of her channel, and I know if I do that a couple more times, I’ll spark an orgasm right out of her.
I move my hips in the same motion again and again until her pussy starts to convulse, the tightness alone making my eyes roll to the back of my head. I barely hold off coming, my balls aching and my cock screaming for release.
“Look at me, watch me…while I fuck you, while I mark you.” I speak through my teeth and thread my fingers through her hair, tilting her head and forcing her attention on me. A low whimper escapes her lips, and I know she’s sensitive from our previous fucking, but I can’t seem to be bothered to care enough. She’s the outlet to my rage, my punching bag, and I’m not finished with her yet.
“It’s too much…” Her voice is hoarse, and I ignore the plea in it and slap the inside of her thigh, forcing her to hold herself open wider.
“I won’t stop until you come again. I’ll fuck you all night long until you’re nothing more than a mess of tears, my cum, and flesh.” Sweat beads on my brow and my muscles burn as I fuck her faster, harder, my touch firm enough to leave more bruises on her pale skin.
Like a bomb, Val comes again, her entire body shakes, and her tiny nails sink deep into my back, “Oh God, oh God…” She whimpers, and I let myself go then, letting every ounce of rage and pain out as I empty myself inside her.
My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath and roll off Val, pulling her into my chest, never letting our bodies disconnect. Neither of us says anything, but I can feel the weight of the silence around us. I want to tell her everything is going to be okay, but that would be a lie. Gently, I run my hands up and down her back until her breathing evens out, and I know she’s fallen asleep.